The week between Christmas and New Year's is always a slow, easy week. Time for reflection, planning, a bit of cleaning.
Our daughter is safely back in Japan, with no particular help from United from whom she'd bought her ticket. As I last reported they cancelled her flight, set it up for her to fly to Washington D.C. and catch a flight with ANA. Well when we got her to the airport Saturday night they would only book her bags to D.C., this did not bode well, but we'd booked her a room at the Westin and she'd get a night's sleep before the next leg. Of course she'd have to lug all of her bags around.
Next morning bright and early she was at the ANA counter, of course they had no idea what was going on. But she was polite, showed them the itinerary from United, they called United and got it straightened out. Fourteen hours later she was home in Fukuoka. Bless her heart for making that journey for us, it wouldn't be Christmas without her.
Since then we've frozen the left overs and gone to the commissary to load up on lighter meals.
Today I tackled the room where everyone did their package wrapping. I got all the bags put up, threw out the unusable ones, threw out the broken candles, put up the glitter and threw out a ton of trash.
In addition I did something sad, I packed up some of my bears, it was time, there are just too many of them and I'm passing them on in hopes they find another home. They're in bags and I told Mac not to look at them, it would be too sad.
Soon I'll start packing up Christmas itself. I've ordered a load of plastic boxes and I swear I'm going to be much more organized about this, but not till after New Years.
The sun is shining, the temperature is 83º and I'm ready for winter, please.