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Can I use that title? Mea culpa if I’m treading on a trademark here. 😉 Thus introduces my annual pictorial year in review. At this moment, most of the post is prepared, save my intro to the year that (now) was. It is 5:37 on New Year’s Eve. Dom is gathering firewood, the last bottle of wine has been opened, and I am at the computer determining how in the world to sum up this year. In rather unusual fashion for my “pictorial” review, I need to write out some of what transpired over the past 365 days.
The Airbnb blew up. Not literally, mind you, but in a good way. We opened the second weekend of December 2022. Since that moment, we have averaged a reservation per week. In Shreveport. For real. I can’t even explain my own shock. Guests have come for work, for weddings, for funerals, for graduations. We have hosted four moms’ weekends, two baby showers, and a teenager’s birthday party. Two of our guest families were here for family members’ surgery at a nearby hospital. One mom, one dad. I prayed for both families and let them know it. Last December I wondered if sharing my faith would be off-putting to guests. Halfway through the year I realized that nothing was more important than sharing my faith. The Lord has seen fit to bless our Cottage. We couldn’t be happier.
Our kiddos are adults now, fully functional in their own rights with their own jobs and homes. Aaron spent a year at home after college graduation before moving away again last October to pursue his career in radio. (He took Pepper the cat with him. We miss them both in the house.) Victoria works for a law firm and is adulting like nobody’s business. Both of our adult children have significant others who are wonderful people, and whom I consider my own kiddos. Dom and I pray every day that God will bless our children, and He has.
My parents are well. Dom’s mom is well. As this year ends I can only be grateful for the blessings we continue to receive, and for those yet to come. 2023 passed as most years do, with some fun, some sadness, and a lot of learning. And now, here’s to the year that was…
January
What happened to the toilet paper roll, you ask? Pepper. Pepper is what happened to the toilet paper roll.
February
The month of Carnival, when we party and prepare for Mardi Gras, decking everything in gold, purple and green. My fleur-de-lis wreath hangs on my front door as winter sunrise casts a purple glow into my entry hall. Two minutes later, the glow was royal blue. I caught both on camera, but in honor of Mardi Gras, here is the purple one.
March
One of the most fun things about running an Airbnb is that I get to do quirky things that make our guests’ stay a little more special. Sometimes, I can make the visit special even after they’ve gone. A family of March guests brought their children and I found a little red dinosaur in the sheets of one of the twin beds after they had left. The dinosaur reminded me so much of Walter that I immediately went home, dug Walter out of the cabinet and proceeded to create and document their “adventures” together. I texted the child’s dad and got their address to send the dinosaur back to its home. Dino arrived safely home with a two-page letter full of pictures of all the fun he had with Walter while he was parted from his owner. According to the dad, that letter was a huge hit. Here’s Walter and Dino playing with the tape dispenser on my desk.
April
I scrimped and saved to get barstools for the cottage, and the minute I brought them home, guess who had to test them out.
May
Right before we bought the cottage, my goal for 2022 was to establish Victoria’s old bedroom as my new craft room. Although it was a full year later, I am happy to say that I finally completed the project. I won’t bore you with every wall of the room (though they are each awesome!) so here’s just a pic of the wrapping station I designed and built. This, by the way, gave Pepper as much joy as the toilet paper roll, as evidenced by the claw marks in some of the wrapping paper rolls.
June
Every once in a while something very odd interrupts your day and makes you howl with laughter. Like Eddie from September 2016. Or this little guy who showed up in our front yard this year, racing around like a greyhound and jumping at our side door like he was on crack. This dude made us laugh so hard. I can’t recall exactly, but I think his name was also Pepper. At any rate, his owner came driving down our street looking for him and Pepper the Pup happily jumped in his truck, never to be seen by us again. It’s just as well. His wildfire energy exhausted me. And OMG those ears!!
July
My grandmother, my last remaining grandparent, passed away this summer. One of her habits in life was to write the price of everything she purchased on the item with a black marker. She did this to such extents that my dad would joke with her and threaten to write the price tag on her coffin. She would always retort, “I hope you do!” So he did. Yes, that’s right. He whipped out a black Sharpie right there at the graveside. And in that moment, we needed that laugh.
August
It may be that no one cares, but I have created a most spectacular mock-mosa recipe. It’s made with equal parts orange juice and LaCroix limoncello sparkling water (in place of the mimosa’s champagne.) If you add a splash of grenadine, you have a mock tequila sunrise. You’re welcome.
September
Working on the computer is next to impossible with Pepper in the house. She loves to march across the keyboard, typing hieroglyphics in her wake, then chasing the mouse icon on the monitors. Here she is interrupting Dom’s work by laying on the mousepad.
October
Louisiana weather cooperated for a rare weekend when we didn’t have guests and we got the front door and shutters painted on the cottage. For the win!!
November
See, what had happened was….
Dom and my dad were splitting firewood when a rather knotty piece of tree trunk threw a chunk at Dom’s hand, bending his wrist backward to an unknown angle and damaging either muscle or connective tissue. No bones were broken, thankfully, but he is only now regaining true strength in that hand. Several nights after the injury we trekked out into the yard to find the offending log. I have a whole video of Dom throwing it into the fire, but some very choice words were used toward the wood as he sent it to its doom, so I can only show the still photo here. Never fear, it has paid for its crime. And we are all much more attentive to the groans of the hydraulic splitter.
December
The Feast of Seven Fishes, Mainiero style! For three years we have hosted this Italian tradition. From its meager beginnings in 2021, it is an event that has grown to host over 15 people this year. Dom said the only way he would allow it to grow was if we could all sit at one table. And so I set about reorganizing the entire house so that we could fit a single table in the living room. Boot the dining table to the patio, move the sofa to the dining area, etc. We did it. I do like the single table for family gatherings. Our feast was beautiful this year. We could not have done it without my SIL Melissa’s extra china that matches mine and my niece Bella to help with cooking and serving. Bonus points if you can name the movie in the bottom pic. Name the scene and quote the lines for triple bonus points. What do those points earn you? My immense respect. <3
I love this time of year. I love the lights, I love the feelings. I love the Masses that remind me of the scriptural significance of the season. I love the family gatherings and the visits with friends we don’t get to see that often. I love saying, “Merry Christmas,” “God bless you,” and “Happy New Year.” I love you for reading this post when you could have been doing anything else.
The fireworks are starting to pop and Max’s fur is falling a little more freely as he begins to quake in his own skin. I have to go snuggle a larger-than-lap pup now, so I will bid you adieu. But not before I bid you a good night, a happy new year and a holy blessing for the days to come. Peace be with you all, my friends. I pray that 2023 has been good to you, and that 2024 will be all that you hope it to be.
Love you always,
Lori
Bonus pic: My fam, our extra kiddos included: