Season’s Greetings!
As the festive season and sparse snowflakes gather around us, I find myself reflecting on the many adventures and experiences that have made up 2023. As of now the beginning of December, we are down to having only half of our kids at home. This has made a real dent in our labor force for the mundane daily and weekly household chores. Not to mention losing another one of our teen drivers who can take siblings to and from various activities. The time, money, and emotional (terrifying) output of teaching kids to drive has a short window of return before they are off into the world. But don’t worry. Annie and Maddie are signed up to take Driver’s Ed. We will be tossed into the deep end of the hair-raising conditions of teaching new drivers on dark evenings and with the possibility of snowy conditions. I just can’t wait. Only 50 hours of driving practice, times two, before their 16th birthday next November. Pray for us. Or if not, maybe check in to see if we are ready for a weekend getaway in a padded cell.
This spring we wanted to take a trip to Ireland as a kind of “last hoorah” family vacation with Elizabeth before she graduated high school. We booked a trip to Ireland for the week of Spring Break. We were so excited, with various items purchased, and ready for our adventure. Less than 24 hours before we were scheduled for take-off from SeaTac I got a notification that our flight was straight-up cancelled because of the layover in London and their worker’s strike. After a few hours on the phone with Expedia and our refusal of our “only choice” replacement flight lasting 37 hours and routing through Istanbul, we had to cancel the whole trip. Did you know that combining bookings means that if one piece falls apart and you cancel that part, the hotel stays and car rental also goes kaput? (The more you know!) After a long discussion as a family, with sadder eyes and longer faces than you can imagine and the absolute certainty that nothing could ever come close to making up for this lost adventure, we bit the bullet and rebooked the whole trip for 3 days later. Last minute prices be hanged! That said, it was an amazing trip. We stayed in a Georgian house with running COLD water in Dublin next to where it was rumored Sir Anthony Hopkins was filming a movie about Sigmund Freud. Our rental car was blocked in by period cars that did not actually run. We admired enough castles, cathedrals, ruins, stained glass windows, cliffs, libraries, narrow roads, green vistas, colorful homes, and accents to make our Irish hearts happy. Ryan was the lucky soul who discovered Ireland has its own version of Montezuma’s Revenge and had a couple of rough days.
Emma (20) is still living in Florida. She is enjoying the very warm temperatures that Florida has to offer. She tried a few different options to support herself, including sewing camping gear and selling life insurance. In September she found a job in a call center doing tech support and says she likes it, as long as people are polite. The ones that yell she doesn’t like as much.
Elizabeth (18) finished her senior year of high school with as many art classes as she could fit into her schedule. After graduation, she got the not-coveted agricultural job of cherry checker for the summer. As a very new adult of diminutive stature and quiet nature, it was just a natural outgrowth to find a job to monitor real adults and make sure they were picking cherries correctly. In September, with many tears and some trepidation, Ryan and I left Elizabeth in Rexburg so she could begin her degree in Art Education at BYU-Idaho. She promptly broke her dominant wrist one week into her first semester. As an art major. Where she needed to spend hours every week creating art that she would be graded on.
Annie and Maddie (15) are freshmen in high school. Between Elizabeth and these two, we have three freshmen in our family. Annie and Maddie participated in Track last spring, throwing discus, javelins, and shot put with enthusiasm if not skill. Over the summer, Annie worked for the Ecology Youth Corp picking up strange and questionable items under the blazing summer sun along the freeway. Maddie helped a family friend with some odd jobs to fill the time. At school, they have several classes together, including band class where Maddie still plays the trombone and Annie is on to her 3rd instrument: the contra-alto clarinet. This requires two textbooks set on her chair so her lips can reach the mouthpiece. They finished their cross-country season with PRs and are glad that’s over. But hey, “Real athletes run miles not yards.” As new freshmen, they started attending the 6:15 am seminary class, for which Ryan kindly plays chauffeur.
Ryan is now the proud owner of a full-sized scythe that was custom-made for him. He uses it to cut the pasture grass and our abundant weeds. He finds scything to be a great stress reliever. He still enjoys mowing the lawn with the ride-on lawnmower so he hasn’t gone full-pioneer. He put up a new fence along our driveway (with help from us) so we can plant laurel shrubs next spring without the neighbor goats eating them down to twigs. He also tried a new-to-him style of fencing called wattle fence, which are sticks woven between stakes like you might see in a basket. This is strictly decorative and is a good use of prunings. Also, judging from the number of trips to the chiropractor, Ryan’s most dangerous activity is sleeping. It’s a real shame because he rather enjoys it. The sleeping that is, not the stiff and painful neck, shoulders, and back. He’s still a principal at an elementary school, and as a high councilor at church- he gives monthly talks around the stake. And helps in the Spanish Branch. And has been known to translate English to Spanish, and Spanish to English. And is the Spanish Branch clerk. So basically he twiddles his thumbs all day every day.
I find my body gently reminding me that I’m not as young as I once was. From the few chin hairs that can only be described as whiskers, to the knee pain from blithely hopping down from a U-Haul truck while helping friends move, to a partly dislocated shoulder from simply stretching out tight arm and shoulder muscles from driving to and from Rexburg in a single weekend, and arriving in my bedroom only to not remember what I was there to grab. On the bright side, I still enjoy volunteering and working at the temple. I like my primary class of 4-6 year-olds. I’ve added running 2 or 3 miles a few times a week to my workout regime in an effort to sleep better. I’ve drunk the Kool-Aid: it actually works. So if you see me out running, I’m not running for my life. I’m listening to a podcast or an audiobook and pretending I like running.
This summer included adventures like Trek, where we pretended we were pioneers pulling handcarts for several days. Ryan and I were asked to be a Ma and Pa for a family of 8 teens we hadn’t met before arriving in the Middle-of-Nowhere, Idaho. This adventure included zero showers over 4 days, sleeping under the stars, porta-potties at our campsites, plenty of dust, and 24 miles of pushing and pulling handcarts full of our stuff. Plus the 6-hour drive back to Sunnyside with 6 of us sweaty, unshowered folks sharing our minivan. The good news is we had to do zero cooking for ourselves as there was a whole committee devoted to feeding all 300+ of us, three times a day. Ryan and I embarrassed ourselves not knowing how to eat edamame from the pods, and tried popping the whole stringy, chewy thing in our mouths. That’s not how you do it. After all of that, Ryan is totally game to do it all again. Annie, Maddie, and I all filed this experience away as “character building.” It was a good escapade in a beautiful place but it could have been better with more sleep and some introvert downtime in my opinion.
A note from Ryan: We miss Grandma but remember her often in the laughter and memories that we share as a family. It won’t ever be the same but it does not have to always be bad either. Enjoy your loved ones even if they get on your nerves or behave like a meanie-pants from time to time. You never know how much time you have. Never miss an opportunity to build them up or tell them you love them. Take a moment to listen.
We are so grateful for this time of year, to remember and celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We are grateful for all of you in our lives, and for the love and service you have given our family over the years. Merry Christmas!
Love,
the Kannely family