About a month ago I Painted Wood with some winterscape images. I was happy with my first go around that I had to make some more.
What I liked with this one is the rainbow of colours in the sky. I enjoyed blending the colours to create the illusion of an early morning with a slight reflection below.
The other piece I did was of a pathway curving off with a couple of mountains in the faded background. The single tree stood silently with a hint of snow speckled throughout. I liked that I remembered the rule of lightning and the moon’s glow cast a faint shadow from the tree.
The thing about my paintings is that when painting snow, I wanted to portray a semblance of realism- that snow isn’t brilliant white. Snow has a tendency to reflect the light and colours of it’s surroundings. Hints of blue or grey, yellows and pinks make snow a tad more magical.
Using carvings from trees has added a natural wood frame around my paintings. These frames limit what I can paint, but also help the finalized landscapes come to life. I have a few more to finish up and share.
Now the question remains- do I keep them, sell them or give them away? A labour of love and a new found hobby has brought forth something from inside of me. I don’t want it to become commercial, so selling these isn’t likely.
We have a small winter chalkboard hung up in our kitchen. Every year we would write a countdown to Christmas Morning on it. After that would be salutations like “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Or “HAPPY NEW YEARS“. This year I started it off with a joke instead.
A classic style of dad joke. “The Christmas alphabet has Noel.” Not funny but worthy of a groan. It was up for about a week or so until someone changed it. Still no countdown though. Seems like I may have started a new tradition. Out came another joke.
“Why does Santa have a big sack? He only comes once a year.”
Oh my. This was written by our 17 year old daughter. I laughed pretty hard at it because it was unexpected. She doesn’t normally tell jokes of this caliber. However, the playing field has been set and the bar is raised. Time to share more Lewdmas humor. I wonder how far these jokes will get.
Since it’s “Cyber Monday” I’ve decided to weigh in on Tesla’s newest vehicle reveal: Cybertruck. It seemed like a logical thing to write about today.
Even though there are numerous memes and pissy articles written complaining about the design and concept- over 250,000 pre-orders have been made since the unveil ten days ago. That number alone is astounding.
I have been wanting to own a Tesla for some time now. I also would love to own a DeLorean- because nostalgia baby. This futuristic truck hits both of those marks for me. Do I like the Cybertruck? You bet I do.
My wife and I bought the Honda Element when it first came out in 2003. Back then people called it ugly and boxy. But we love the car. It’s still on the road and we have no plans to ever get rid of it. It’s also a vehicle we knew that would be unique with few of them on the roads. We also owned a 2008 Nissan Pathfinder that was also like a large box on wheels. Time to go from square to polygon, right?
My 2016 Nissan Rogue however looks like every other mid sized SUV. Nothing about it stands out. But it’s reliable, safe and came fully loaded. Luxury style features at an affordable price. But gas is still expensive. It’s time to really look at the savings an electric vehicle would have on my life.
Will I put down $150 to get my name on the preorder list for the Cybertruck? If I can convince my wife to let me.
Waking up mid afternoon after working a night shift can be bad enough. Having the house empty when you sleep usually means there’s no one to wake you- so you constantly wake and check the time to make sure you didn’t oversleep. So sleep gets broken up.
I woke up to hear noises downstairs. My brain knew that no one was supposed to be here. Maybe it was the dog? Perhaps someone stayed home?
Turns out my family left the Christmas Music radio station on. What I heard was Christmas classics faintly echoing through the house. Those joyous hits were scaring the poop out of me.
I think my family left the station on in hopes that I would lose Whamageddon 2019 on day one!
Today is another Speed Skating meet. Originally I was planning on going, however I owed a coworker a shift because he helped me out a couple of weeks ago when we went to the BC Cup in Prince George. That means I have to work overnight later today.
The issue today is that up until twenty minutes before leaving the house, I was still planning on going to this Speed Skating meet. My wife had planned on staying home as it was her day off. Now she is the one going and I’ll be at home to get some rest. My wife is none too happy with me.
On Thursday when she found out that I would be working she offered to take our son. I refused the offer because I had committed to taking him a few weeks ago. As I was putting on my shoes to leave I realized that I’d be awake for almost 24 hours. I’d be lucky to get in a nap prior to my shift. I grumbled under my breath, and that’s when my wife decided for me that she was going instead.
I should’ve accepted her initial offer a couple of days ago. Unfortunately I left it too late- now I was going to lose no matter what. Obviously it’s better that she goes today. I made a mistake by not thinking the situation through ahead of time. My wife will stew over this for a brief amount while.
I know I can make her crazy- it’s just not always intentional.
December 1st is coming up. That means it’s time start the annual Whamageddon Challenge.
This game has been going on since roughly 2010 according to Wikipedia. The rules are pretty simple:
Seems fairly straightforward. I have yet to make it to December 24th. I’m trying to get all the listenings in of the song already before the game starts. The easiest way to win would be to avoid all Christmas Music Stations. But I enjoy Christmas Music and shops may have a way of catching you off guard. Because as soon as you recognize the song- you lose.
Let’s do this people! See how long you last.
- The player must go as long as possible without hearing Wham!’s Christmas song, “Last Christmas”
- The game starts on the 1st of December and ends midnight of the 24th of December
- Only the original version of “Last Christmas” applies, the player can listen to remixes and covers of the song
- The player is out as soon as they recognise the original version of the song
- The player must post “#Whamageddon” on social media as soon as they lose the game
I was on my feet all day around the kitchen. I made a couple of batches of cookies and did some cleaning. By the time late afternoon came around, my lower back was in extreme pain.
I don’t remember a time from when my back didn’t hurt. It’s fairly permanent it seems. It’s just the level of pain changes. Most days I can deal with it. Yesterday was really bad and I had to lean on the counter at one point in order to not fall over. Today was almost as bad. I struggled to get comfortable. Standing and sitting only lasted a few minutes before the pain forced me to move again.
Try and take a nap.
My forty five minutes of relaxing gave me an hour afterwards of no pain. I need to make it through the evening so I can get back to bed for a good night’s sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Or maybe I can ask Santa for a new spine.
Yesterday I went into our large freezer to look for a dinner idea. I wasn’t able to find what I was looking for. That’s because our chest freezer had become chaotic.
My wife and I were given this freezer twenty years ago from a family friend of mine. They were moving out of province and were giving away items. I picked up this chest freezer and an old school heavy a.f. pullout couch bed. Come to think of it, I have no idea where that couch has gone to now…
Anyhow, I decided to clean out the freezer and reorganize it. Jut like I did with our fridge freezer last year: Freezer Food
It was like diving into a time capsule. Deep down in the recesses I discovered ham from 2016 and beef stew from 2015. Looks like our dog was going to get those once thawed.
I scrapped all the ice off and gave the freezer a wipe down before reorganizing and taking inventory of what we had. Seems like we have meals for a few weeks remaining. It also looks like our freezer is only half full now. Where as before it was a jumble of crap. I’m happy to have gone through it and make it tidy once more.
To make myself feel warmer, I kept some frozen blueberries out and made a batch of tasty blueberry muffins. This has got me in the mood to start some Christmas Cookie Baking! Is it too soon? Maybe the first batches will be “testers”, right?
Ok Disney. I have bought into your Disney+ and so far am really happy with it. At first I wasn’t thrilled that the new series, “The Mandalorian”, didn’t have all the episodes readily available to marathon through. But then I realized that what you’ve done is sparked “water cooler talk” amongst everyone.
It took until last weekend for me to really notice. I hadn’t seen the third episode yet, but numerous coworkers, friends, and the Internet in general were discussing it. Not too shabby for a new streaming service. The buzz generated for this series is quite strong.
After finally watching the third episode, I can see why. “The Mandalorian” is far exceeding my expectations. It is not like any other Star Wars film or show. It is written, directed, and filmed in its own way that the pace of each episode is rhythmic and flows precisely. With Disney+ only releasing one episode per week- my anticipation level of each one grows. It has caused me to discuss the show far more than simply mentioning it in conversation.
In a time of instant gratification and marathon watching, going back to waiting for weekly episodes has made me appreciate the show more. As I wait and scroll through the available movies and shows, my kids have got me enjoying another series with guilty pleasure:
Don’t tell anyone…
It’s November 25th again. We are one month away from Christmas. I’ve been keeping myself busy trying not to became a shithead over the past couple of months. I usually get moody from Mid-September until today. It’s like my brain decides that it’s time to be a dick and lets it all out.
But not this year. This year I’ve actually been better. And that’s good. Because today is the 19th anniversary of my father’s demise. As I usually do- I’ll go drink a beer after visiting his grave. You see there’s a grave where his ashes remain. As much as I don’t like my memories of how my father treated me, I really don’t like that my mother didn’t respect his wishes to have his ashes scattered on a golf course. We argued back then about it but wouldn’t be swayed.
So now there’s a grave site that only I visit- because mother and sister have moved away. Since they don’t visit me when they’re in town, I know they don’t stop there either. A part of me feels that my mother burying my father’s ashes was one final “Fuck You, I’ll do what I want” to him. Her reasoning for not doing what he wanted was so we could have a place to visit him.
I visit the site to remind myself that he’s gone. And to remember that the only dead body I have ever seen was his as he lay on the hospital bed. His mouth locked open as if he was ready to yell once more at his kids. That vision of his lifeless body haunts me still, even 19 years later.