And old-timey Christmas

In addition to Sugar's pheasant, the gifts under the tree this year were rather old-fashioned. For example, an old-timey popcorn maker to be used on campfires or the wood stove:


Mancala, perhaps the oldest game on the planet:


And a Roman oil lamp from the first century, AD. At least, that is what the antiquities dealer said.


We first saw oil lamps at the Indianapolis Museum of Art (which is a fabulous institution) when they hosted Roman art from the Louvre. There were mosaics, statues and other decorative relics, but also pieces of real life, like the oil lamps. The punks at the museum wouldn't let me touch anything, so Bill got me my very own Roman artifact for Christmas. We think the detail is a goat?

Pheasant Hunter

Sugar was allowed to open one present this evening.




It is already coated in dog slime.

Remember when...?

Do you remember a time when ornaments like this:


WEREN'T made in China?

Our Tree is Not Naked

Or "Holy Eskimo, I Am Old."

With only 4ish days until Christmas, Bill and I finally put up a tree today. As this is our first real tree since the early naughts, I was a bit nervous that we would have an insufficient number of ornaments. For reference, this tree was the last we "put up:"

It was a 3 foot fake tree on a table in our 700 square foot apartment. THIS is our '08 tree:

Though it is thin, I'd guess it's 9 feet tall. Fortunately, we have over 30 years of ornaments collected and our tree is nicely decorated. I even had to leave some Eskimos off.




So here, in all it's decorated glory is our $18 tree-farm Something Fir. It is mildly Charlie-Brownish, but it is less than a week from Christmas and we rather like it.

And an oldie of Bernie from the photo archive:

Now with 50% less blue

Two of the four rooms in our house that were a tired sky blue when we moved in have been transformed into much nicer rooms that people would actually want to spend time in. You may recall our bedroom was the first to be tamed...

Bluefore and after:
And now the living room is done being painted! More photos when it's cleaned up, but here is a preview.

Bluefore:

(This, by the way is a photo of Bernie on the night before we brought Sugar home and threw his entire world into disarray. He thought the new doggy-sized bed was for him. Sucker.)

AFTER:


Two rooms are still in a state of bluedom. This was previously, I imagine, a lovely parlor before an awkward bathroom turned it into a "master bedroom." We've never showed you a photo before this moment because it is really the saddest room in the house. It will be the next to be tackled with the intent of creating a hobby room. We'd ditch the bathroom, but the walls contain the pipes going to the upstairs bathroom we want to keep. Dilemma.


The kitchen and adjoining pantry are also blue:


Eradicating those blues, however, is for another time. After a hard day of painting, some sleepy snuggles are now in order and I'm going to get in on this:

Living room in progress

Some dark photos of our living room as it is currently half painted. The transition zones:



Before and afters:
We traded two TVs for this fish tank, which fits so perfectly in this spot Bill thinks it was made just for us. It is somewhere around 50-70(?) gallons and will eventually be home to a range of live-bearing fish.

We plan to finish painting and put up a real live tree from a tree farm next weekend.

Our bird feeders were visited by a Sharp-shinned Hawk this afternoon. He scattered all the chickadees and juncos and got away with a house sparrow in his claws. The commotion caused another house sparrow to fly into our window. She was stunned enough to let us hold her for a full five minutes before flying away. We suspect the Sharpie will be back.