Christmas 2017: The Ainsworth Traditions
I left the laptop at home for a few days to go back to the home where I grew up for a few days. My parents still live in the house where my sisters and brother and I called home during all of our childhood years. I don’t take for granted that we were some of the few people on earth to be able to do that for Christmas 2017.
Our traditions have mounted through the years, some definite (communion service at church, sausage balls that never survive day two, Christmas lunch, the weenie roast), and others are more dynamic (how we play the white elephant game, where we gather for lunch).
Ainsworth Christmas 2017: This Year’s Competition
As I first communicated in a chapter of Lines in the Gravel, we Ainsworths are a competitive lot. This year, Charlie introduced us to disc golf. He was much better than the rest of us, but we have ways of leveling out the competition, like a four-on-two scramble that went several extra holes before Charlie and Hayden eventually pulled out the win. And, hey, walking 6.2 miles in four hours doesn’t feel like exercise when you’re playing.
We’re also inventive problem solvers. Last year, it was how to get a limb down from a tree where it was stuck. (Call the man? Nooo, we can figure this out.) For Christmas 2017, Garrett’s disc’s second-story perch in a pine posed only a brief problem. I can’t write too much about the perils involved in its retrieval, but I can say that the competitive nature of our family came through in its recovery: “Hey, poke it out this way; that’s still my first shot.”
Ainsworth Christmas 2017: In with the New
This year, we welcomed additions to the family. My Azeri niece Fatima would like you to know that Azerbaijan is NOT in Russia. And they do not all live in villages. She would probably not want you to know about her experience with disc golf, but she gave it a try.
We also welcomed Libby, who did not become my favorite family dog (sorry, Alison). She did gain some points, but Ginger remained solid in her favorite-dog-besides-my-own status. Radar met the rest of the family dogs and was appropriately overwhelmed.
Ainsworth Christmas 2018: A Look Ahead
Daisy, we look forward to welcoming you to the family in May and to the Ainsworth family Christmas in 2018. You’ll fit right in. The more the merrier.