Tintin movie

My christmas present to the girls was to take them to the matinée screening of the Tintin movie.

First of all, wow.

Now that that’s out of the way, I was much happier with the picture than I thought I would be.  Haddock’s blue sweatshirt was so good you could see the individual threads of the embroidered anchor!  There was dust in the air.  Amazing.

My only complaint was that it took a lot from the Crab with the Golden Claws, so much that they can’t make that book into a movie.

The other interesting thing was the trailer for The Hobbit.  Also, wow!

It is cold here, about 0˚ tonight.  In a couple of days it’ll be in the mid-30’s again.  But there’s no such thing as Global Warming, even thought it’s all around you.

Mitch stopped by and said he’s plowed a space on his place for us to park the RV for the winter.  Steph had arranged for it to go to a place in Hardwick and we have kept putting off moving it, including yesterday.  So to have it right here in Cabot a couple miles down the road is better.  Especially since we don’t have to pay.

Steph’s mom called and the girls were allowed to open her presents while she was on the phone.  Errol came to me and said it was his turn to open a present, too.  But Emmie didn’t send him one, so I helped him open Kay’s present, a Thomas story book.  Olivia sat with us (Errol wouldn’t let me get up) and she read half to book to him.   It is a long story!

Tomorrow we go to Peter’s house.  We’ll open Kay’s presents here and then get on the road.  We are going up to Burlington to pick up a train set for Errol.  My plan is to hide it from Errol until after he opens the trains from Peter.  That way he will associate the train set with Grandpa Peter.  Once he gets it open we’ll get out the one from Burlington.

Santa won’t come here tonight.  I hate feeling guilty about not having presents for them.  That is one of the things I hate most about Christmas: the guilt of not living up to expectations.  Stephanie and I both don’t like Christmas much at all.

Bah!  Humbug, I tell you, humbug!

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