The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)

Diner Reunion

What is bringing me out in the blizzard, you’re asking? A high school reunion. A small, casual high school reunion, at the oldest restaurant in Newcrest, a recently renovated diner. Rumor has it it was built by my great-however-many-greats-grandparents. On the Stewarts side, obviously.

You know me, you know the only reason I agreed to come at all is Nolan, who teased and joked until I agreed for old time’s sake. They were more his friends than mine back then already.

You’d think I’d have grown closer to Bradford, what with him being my colleague and everything… but that’s a hard no. And between us, the awkwardness is palpable.

But I don’t regret coming. If this is a family-owned restaurant, then my family knows how to make pretty dang good burgers.

I also take two coffees. 

Out in the Blizzard

For someone who didn’t know what snow looked like a few weeks ago, I definitely got my share now. Maybe even, I think as I head out into the blizzard, a bit too much. Cléo, who keeps volunteering to take Cyril’s shoveling’s turn when he doesn’t feel up to it, probably wouldn’t disagree.

One More Relic

Just because the radio silence from my superiors at the museum is ominous doesn’t mean I’ll stop working on what I’m passionate about.

Ten hours a day, come hell or hail.

Family Breakfasts

Through winter like summer, breakfast as a family is a tradition that needs no holiday to be upheld. But when we have a living room plastered in pretty decorations, and a sparkling, bright tree that’s just waiting to be admired… we don’t have to debate much to move the breakfast elsewhere.

Who cares about crumbs on the sofa anyway.

(Nounou. Nounou and Loladorada do.)

Holly

Mom and Dad, still soppy after over twenty years. Some would call it “goals,” envy it. And I find it cute, really cute.

But it also feels like entrapment. I know myself, and I know I couldn’t. Heck, if I were to follow the same path as them, I would already be getting married like, yesterday. That’s a hard no from me.

Not to mention, I doubt anyone could pull off the “oh look, I had holly in my pocket all along” trick half as well as Dad.

Tea by the Fire

Okay, maybe Mom is comfier right now. Warm tea, snow through the windows, Winterfest decor all around, and the warmth and crackling sounds of a fireplace you installed yourself.

Mom’s living her best life.

Skull and Snow

It’s snowing again outside, which I couldn’t be happier about. With the tiniest of lucks, this means we’re getting a snowy Winterfest.

The snowflakes drum against my windows and I am warm inside, doing what I love best, as comfy as one can get.