Exciting times in the household as the jigsaw map of Brighton that was a Christmas present is finally finished five months later. With all three of us present to witness this stellar event, you can tell it’s the half-term holiday. Life doesn’t get more uneventful than this.
The family portrait theme of the weekend continues with my younger sister Vicki paying a visit and making, as a result, what I calculate to be only her second appearance on the blog. She seemed interested in my big world atlas for some reason, perhaps planning a trip — certainly I have been in Hebden for what seems like a while, although June is going to involve more distant locations.
Joe’s first appearance on this blog was on its 9th day, September 3rd 2011, in which he was pictured in this room doing much the same thing as here, drinking a fruit juice (always still — Joe doesn’t do fizzy drinks). He — and the room — look somewhat different now, 2,094 days later.
The wife…. and a small square thing in the wall. Looking good after a day working at the Hebden Bridge burlesque festival which is in town this weekend. Well, she’s looking good, not sure about the small square thing.
An opportunity to picture the new coat that Joe acquired for his birthday last month, with suitable patch now installed. His choice, in case you were wondering — he does claim to like this popular beat combo.
Uneventful Sunday due to having to work, after which the in-laws came round and took us out for dinner, which was nice. Here we study the menus attentively although four of the five diners all ate the same thing anyway (roast lamb). And very nice it was too.
It’s the half-term holidays, meaning a week where it’s necessary to find ways to keep Joe productively occupied, at least to some extent. The ‘vertebra’ is actually a crankshaft for a model internal combustion engine — at least, that’s what it says on the box that has been hanging around since arriving at Christmas. Apparently, it’ll be a fully working model when the kit is constructed — as long as one doesn’t lose any bits along the way. Like springs…. now where did those damn springs go again?
Accompanied Joe to an evening st school sorting out his choices of GCSE options in year 10: the latest step in the process by which dreams and aspirations become squeezed into systemic categories. But he seems keen enough. Here, am I trying to represent said aspirations? Is it a moody and atmospheric shot (in the unglamorous surroundings of the bus stop in Mytholmroyd)? Or just a bad photo?
It’s nice to travel, but it’s also nice to come home. So the family can feature on the blog for the first time for a while (as a duo, anyway). Not much is going to happen in the next few days, and it doesn’t look like we can expect the sun out, so I foresee more of this kind of thing.
First day of everyone’s Christmas break, and we spent it indoors watching movies. To give some coherence to this, we ran our own Film Festival, specifically the movies of Rob Reiner, so watched, in order: When Harry Met Sally; The Princess Bride; Stand By Me; This is Spinal Tap; and Misery. Not a bad day’s viewing by any standards. Joe here watches Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan do their bits in the early scenes. Not exciting photography but a good and needed day of relaxation.
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