Coop's Corner: A wonderful Holiday week

Sunday, January 3, 2016

A wonderful Holiday week

Both Peg and I had the entire week off and celebrated by doing as little as possible, you should know that we excelled at it. There was some entertaining hosted and celebratory time over Christmas weekend, mom's birthday was celebrated and New Year's eve just about as quiet as it's ever been. A single beer, Durrell's My Family and Other Animals which has become tradition was as wild and crazy as it got for the last evening of 2015.

My goal has been to read, rest, nap, movie watch, get a bit of extracurricular work done, dabble at some motorcycle maintenance only when I was completely in the mood and spend very little time online. It has gone mostly to plan and it has been glorious. As Mike reminded me, staying home makes the time go slower and I did as much of that as I thought reasonable....not a bad place to be. Tomorrow, back to the real.

Peg and Lauren have been busy solving Nancy Drew Mysteries, but the majority of Peg's time has been spent listening to audiobooks and knitting. Scarves, blankets, socks and what I call wrist and ankle bands with Ben the recipient of an entire parliament of owl faces.

Fingerless wrist warmers.......

Featuring turtles, another one of Ben's favorite creatures.....

Socks that already have a big hole ......:)

Claudio has taken his sentinel duties very seriously these last few weeks and will sorely miss the responsibility very soon....

All the best to Everyone in 2016!!!

16 comments:

motormikeJanuary 3, 2016 at 8:44 AM
Best wishes for you and yours..... Not only for 2016... but for many years to come. :)
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Martha January 3, 2016 at 8:46 AM
Love the owls and wrist warmers. Looks like A+ knitting! My car hasn't budged in 2 days. My all time record is 6 days at home and not even sick. THAT was a fabulous time.

Best wishes for 2016. Hope no flooding or weather catastrophes visit you or your farm.
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RichardMJanuary 3, 2016 at 9:34 AM
Happy New Year to you and your family!

The tree sentinel last Iooks very serious indeed...
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TrobairitzJanuary 3, 2016 at 10:16 AM
So happy you had some nice relaxing time off. Helps when you go back to the grind tomorrow.

Peg - Those own faces are way cool.

Happy New Year.
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SonjaMJanuary 3, 2016 at 11:09 AM
Love the knitted owls. We haven't spent our days off not much different from yours. Maybe even a bit less creative ;-)
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VStar LadyJanuary 3, 2016 at 6:18 PM
So right, holidays are meant to rest, relax and recharge - dismissing all responsibility. It's harder than it sounds though. All the best to you, your family the sentinels and box full of owls in 2016 ;o)
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redlegsridesJanuary 3, 2016 at 7:22 PM
A weekend of little activity and that activity being stuff you wish to do....sounds great.

Happy New Year to you and yours!
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David MasseJanuary 4, 2016 at 8:50 PM
My very best wishes to you, Peg,and your family for 2016 Doug.

Sounds like nice cozy times in the Cooper household.
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