So the Christmas madness is upon us, rushing to get everything done, the days scheduled so tightly that absolutely nothing can go off by more than five minutes or the whole house of cards collapses and you can find YT standing in the middle of the floor pulling huge chunks of hair out of her head. This morning I said to EPI, imagine if we had everything done now and were just sitting around chilling and relaxing and waiting for Christmas to arrive, and he just laughed. A hollow, doomed kind of laugh. The laugh of a man who has yet to buy every last one of his Christmas presents, and YT’s birthday present, and put up the tree, and a myriad other little things that I won’t bore you with here.
See, Christmas chez YT really starts tomorrow, because that’s my birthday, and since I prefer to spend it with my hair intact, this is really the last day we have to prepare before Christmas proper is upon us on the 24th [because that’s when we celebrate up here].
And what did I go and do today? Right in the middle of all the insanity? Book a massage, of all things. As if that made any sense.
Anyway. Despite the craziness of this past weekend, it was also really wonderful and fun. My youngest stepdaughter graduated from upper secondary school on Saturday [for those who don’t know, it’s like a combination high school and college and you typically finish when you’re 20]. Graduations here in Iceland are always a big deal – there’s a ceremony at the school, at the end of which all the graduates put on white hats that are symbolic of their baccalaureate diploma, in the same way as graduates put up those square hats with the tassels in American [and maybe other] colleges.
The graduation ceremony includes, of course, the handing out of awards, and our Ragnheiður was the recipient of [what we think is] the best award in the school – a monetary allocation from the memorial fund of one of the former Rectors, plus one of the most stunning books published this Christmas, on the history of art. The award is given to a student that best manages to make use use the module system in the school. Because not only did Ragnheiður graduate with the greatest number of credits of everyone – AND she did it in only three and a half years, as opposed to four – she also took courses in all the available programmes of study [natural sciences, languages, etc]. Honestly, I don’t know how she did it. She got fantastic grades, plus the entire time she was also studying at the National School of Dance [which she got evaluated], which several days a week meant turning up for dance class at 8 am before going to school and then back to dance classes after the normal school day was over, until around 8 pm. It makes me dizzy just thinking about it.
Afterwards there was a party, where around 50 people – family and friends – came together to celebrate. Truly, it was a fantastic day, and we’re all so proud of her.
IT HAS STARTED TO RAIN
We’re due for a storm that as far as I can tell will last right until Christmas Eve. It’s gearing up for something big out there right now – I can tell. So much for our pretty Yuletide snow * SOB*. Oh well. The weather outside is frightful, but the fire … etc. Hope your preparations are all coming along splendidly, dear readers [I daresay they must be if you have time to sit around reading blogs, heheh] – those of you, obviously, who celebrate Christmas. Right now we have 3°C [37F], the sun came up at 11.22 and will set at 3.30. Yesterday was the winter solstice – hurray!