
From our family to yours, a very Merry Christmas.

From our family to yours, a very Merry Christmas.
From our table to yours, we hope you have a very happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Halloween everybody!

Have yourselves a merry little Christmas, everyone.
If you’re American and like a lot of Americans, you probably celebrated the Fourth of July in something like a stereotypical All-American style. There was family and friends and cookouts and parties and drinking and reds whites and blue everywhere, and of course fireworks.
I decided to go against the grain. I decided to remodel my bathroom. By myself. Why? Cause I’m insane.
The truth of the matter is that the assembly inside the toilet was broken so badly that the water wasn’t filling the tank so much as it was exploding out of the assembly, hitting the top of the tank, and thus leaking down the outside of the tank and onto the tile floor.
Know what else? Those tiles in the bathroom floor started to come up. Mainly around the shower. Since I knew I’d need to take the toilet off to replace the tile, and since I was about to take the toilet off to replace it, I figured I might as well just bite the bullet and redo the whole shabang.
(Caveat: I didn’t touch the tub, which is a vinyl wall tub built right into the sheetrock. I may be insane, but I’m not stupid.)
How’d it go? Short answer: not too bad.
Shorter answer: ouch. I haven’t been this sore in a long time. There was so much up and down, squatting, kneeling, hammer, sawing–I was popping Aleve like a madman.
The truth is, the job itself is not so complex that you can’t wrap your head around it. In a nutshell, it’s just a series of basic steps:
Easy, right? Looks like a lot of steps, and yes, it will take several days, but no step is so crazy it doesn’t make sense, right?
Well, easy as it may appear, there are a lot of subtleties to doing this job. I’ll spare you the pain of taking you through every little thing I did. This isn’t a how-to blog, and since I’ve done this exactly once and I will likely only do this exactly one time, I’m by no means an expert. What I will offer are a couple of tips I learned (or was told) while doing this:
In the end, the bathroom turned out pretty well. There is still work to do. It needs a coat or two of paint. I still need to get new caulk and finish that up. Once the caulk is done, I can put the baseboard trim on. I need to scrape the ceiling and repaint it since its peeling. But this is minor stuff compared to what I spent two and a half days doing.
I’m pretty proud that I was able to accomplish it, especially considering I had no prior experience with this kind of work. In my mind, of course, I can see all the little things I did wrong. In my head all the little things I botched are huge glaring errors. But they’re not really. And I really do like how it looks.
Below you can see the before, during, and after pictures.
So, how was your weekend?
It was a long weekend here in the States, a holiday weekend. Memorial Day was today, which is the day we celebrate the men and women who served our country and gave their life in that service. To honor that sacrifice, our town holds a Memorial Day festival every year. And for a tiny town of about four thousand people, it’s a helluva festival.
The day goes something like this:
9:00 AM – Katie’s Memorial 5k Race
11:00 AM – Memorial Day parade
11:30-ish – General merriment and festivities on the Common
It’s always fun, always impressive, always crowded. It starts with the race, and this year the whole family ran the race, with my younger daughter finishing second in her age group (a total surprise to all–including her). We all got the memorial shirts, and my daughter even got a glass and a custom-made cookie as the second place prize. Then the parade got under way, which starts down by the town cemetery, and eventually makes its way up the hill to the main street, and then down the main street which is always lined with spectators. And you always know when the parade is getting close to the main street because you can hear the pipe and drum core as they lead the way with the colors. It really is a fantastic parade for a tiny little town.
Here’s some photos from the day (and, yes, the sign on the back of the tractor in the last picture does indeed say “Tractors and Tiaras”):
You may not be interested at all, but I feel compelled to tell you about my pick for the best holiday movie. In these days of ABC Family’s 25 Days Of Christmas, and the never ending cavalcade of movies like Santa Buddies, I feel we have to throw a little darkness into the season.
(Anybody who knows me is currently saying to themselves, “Scott, you’re going to go toward the dark end of the holidays? Go on!”)
Yes, it’s true, I have a history of leaning toward things with an edge, the kind of things you read or watch, and like, but don’t tell anybody you like because you don’t want them to think you’re weird or something.
Except this time, the darkness to which I’m leaning is just a tense, visually compelling, sometimes silly fun movie.
Queue up the movie, please:
Rare Exports is a Finnish movie that takes the wholesome image of Santa Claus and makes him perhaps a bit more demon than saint. When a scientist orders the excavation of a nearby mountain, the local reindeer herders find their Christmas harvest disrupted. But when the reindeer end up slaughtered and the local children start disappearing, then a small band of herders and one of their sons realizes perhaps there is something more going on.
This movie is just plain fun. It’s in Finnish with English subtitles, at least on Netflix. It’s possible, even probable that there is an English dubbed version on the DVD, but since I caught it on Netflix I can’t guarantee it.
What makes this film work for me is that you never quite know what to expect next. The herders eventually catch a strange and withered being that looks like a naked, wild-eyed Santa Claus after a couple of years on meth. And when you begin to think that maybe you have a handle on who this mysterious mute being is, it turns out you’re horribly horribly wrong.
There are some moments in the movie that don’t necessarily work as well as the creators intended. When the herders end up at the base camp for the scientific team, trying to make some money by selling off their new-found “animal”, there is a sudden violence that caught me off guard. The heroics at the end are edge over into melodrama and border on downright corny. And the final sequence after the climax of the film stretches the credibly of the entire story.
But who cares? Some of the visuals in this movie are spectacular, the tension is top notch, and it’s easily the most original take on the Santa myth I’ve seen or read about I years, maybe even ever.
Do yourself a favor: sit down and watch this one. Only, not with the kids.