January 9, 2004
Wrapping paper


Christmas already feels like the ancient past, but I'm uploading some pictures from our holiday in Florida anyway. Enjoy.




My hands, wrapping.




Opening presents.




Lovely books received:
Barefoot Contessa Family-Style (cookbook by Ina Garten)
What Narcissism Means to Me (poetry by Tony Hoagland)
Sweet Ruin (more poetry by Tony Hoagland — I'll be sure to feature some here eventually)

...as well as some fantastic gardening books which I've already dog-eared and bookmarked like the Sears-Roebuck catalog. There's going to be some major earthshaking around these parts as soon as the ground thaws in the spring.

(I wish I could show you all the pictures I have of Tom's family in Florida! I want to tell stories about them and share their lovely faces with you in photos. However, they don't know about this website, so I'll refrain from posting their photos without their knowledge.)



Happiness is the having world's greatest husband.




This was not unusual posture for Tom during our vacation with his family in Florida. In the evening we'd sack out in the family room and watch a movie together. Tom got this great new quilt from his mom, who is a very gifted seamstress, and it was a handy companion as we curled up to watch Bowling for Columbine, Fellowship of the Rings, The Two Towers, O Brother Where Art Thou?, and more.




Preparing a New Year's Eve dinner for everyone. We had planned to do some fancy takeout from a nice Italian restaurant that night. We called to place the order, and they had closed. Plan B was homemade pizza and lots of root beer.

(Looking at this photo, I just want to remind myself not to forget to keep that pencil tucked behind my ear at all times. It might really come in handy if I have to jot a note quickly, say, at gunpoint.)




Tom was feeling terrible on New Year's Eve, but he stayed up until midnight anyhow, soldier that he is.




Doting wife, Nemo husband.