Tiny House Christmas

When I arrived home Thursday night from work, I wasn’t sure if I’d go back on Friday. I stayed up and listened up in my loft for the winds to begin, but heard nothing. The next morning I got up and yes there was snow on the deck—about 4 inches—yet I knew that wasn’t the full extent as reports were saying the wind would pick up and temps continue to drop. All I knew was: 1. I had no car and 2. No key for work. It all depended upon a ride from a workmate—so he eventually texted me that he wasn’t going in (he lived much further out). Great! I had the unplanned day to myself and snacks!

I might have cleared the deck a couple of times on Friday and made hot soup.

Saturday, Christmas Eve day we were supposed to report to work for “last-minute” sales. Supposedly the storm was to be over. But, lo and behold, the decks were FULL of snow. Maybe another 6 inches had fallen during the night. The wind and cold were extreme. It certainly didn’t seem over. I waited for a text from my daughter. Because of my son-in-law’s schedule, we were going to open presents in the a,m, I kept checking my phone for time—as I’d have to excuse myself to go get ready for work—but, lo and behold, it was again called off. I officially had the holiday free!

We opened presents and had brunch and longed for naps. The baby, overwhelmed by new toys and stimulation actually wanted to nap too.

Later went outside to test ride Jack in his new sled while I went out cross-country skiing up and down the unplowed streets. We all pitched in to shovel the driveway.

Tiny House aside, we had a big Christmas. In the Tiny House I managed to put together and wrap a mound of presents, write my Christmas cards, make mustard, and assemble Christmas coffeecake. My routines are still in place, all managed out of one tiny house space.

Merry Christmas!