The High Holy-Days

 

Christmas. Yuletide. Noel. Holidays. Every year is different despite similar expectations and preparations, and I wouldn't want it any other way. 

Everyone but the Korea Dude was at the cabin for the holidays, though this one featured quite a bit more cars and trucks going up and down the mountain for classes, breaks and outings.

Always a pleasure and about as much work as anyone can handle, no matter what.

To Wrong Red Canyon

 

 

 "Well, what are we gonna do?" was both said and implied heavily and freqently as the day aged past early, and we all knew we needed to get out and down some road pretty quickly. The latest storm predicted and lauded as a big deal and anticipated with warnings was bearing down on our valley like the disembodied hope and savior it was, and time was waisting. 

Ideas like beach balls bounced around the living room, but red canyon, only an hour or so away from where we sat or waddled about chasing dreams and housework, was the noodle that usually stuck at this time of year when weariness is always the opposite of daylight, so that's what we did and we were glad we did it...

 

Attempted Mobile Blog

One never knows what one will find, but ya keep looking for ideas, trips, projects, fixes, and apps that resemble hope and dreams gone by- that's the universal condition of the aging human, in my limited experience.

I found this app that enables me to blog from an app on the phone, and we’ll see how it works. It'll probably be an unmitigated disaster, but here goes...

 

 

 

And so the grab continues, as has been done heretofore in other worlds.

This Time of Impending Winter and Gratefulality

Not enough time or energy yet to gather and store up sufficient wood round the wee house on the high desert, but we’ve had some time to reflect on what the crazy summer and fall has wrought. And we're grateful for the life we have made together.
With constant threat (but not much reality in Utah, at least) of fire, a threat of new COVID’s and a newly collapsing economy, there’s been talk of changes in the house in the Burningham family as we try to get along with new and fairly recent upheaval as the winter comes on. 

Jesse's in South Korea, Bryn is working as a manager and curator for a local gallery, Jeru is getting ready to work up at Beaver Mountain for the winter again, Tor preps for a stent as an Alta hot shot next spring and summer, Hyrum doddles with school and tries to figure out what he wants to do with himself as he enjoys his little adobe house/studio, Asher fixes cars and leaves things unfinished from time to time, Anwyn grows up and loses friends to far away moves, Miya grows a foot and a half in one year, and Ianto is wandering around and dealing with all these bizzaro changes...

But it is good to be alive and with each other as much as we're able to get it together.

Snow, Wood, and Together

 The end of November is fairly consistent in at least one thing: most people in this good old North American nation slow down on a few extraneous things and think and act on love and family in one or two ways or some others. 

We've enjoyed some good project time, a bit late, but we've gotten some things done for the winter. We had a great time knocking down trees and bucking. them up for heating up the house and the cabin. And the recent snow up around the higher benches has gotten our hopes up that things might not be totally dry next year, even though the old Covid-19 has made pretty much everything confusing and less than sure.

It's been a good end to November.

Yuletide, BurningStyle

Good things and insane weird things happened to the family this year, and along with plenty that brought aggravation to me personally in my topsy-turvey career, it hasn't been too much for all of us to handle. We are a force to be reckoned with in many ways, and now that we've gotten through another year of insanity and recovery, we'll work with this to make more ground fertile and plenty of wind fresh for each other and anyone else who cares to share as the new year begins right quickly.