Dear Friends, Family, and Others (you know who you are),
Welcome to Christmas Letter 2016. As the year winds down, and we contemplate the imminent end of civilization as we know it, we wish to express a few thoughts, air some grievances, and pepper the whole thing with some humble-brags and a few quips.
This year began on such a high note for us. We bought a commercial building for our business. I bought a car, which in stark contrast to my two other cars, actually runs, and is less than 50 years old. With such great things happening for us, 2016 looked like it would be the best year ever. Who would have predicted that it would bring an end to American democracy?
Lou turned 12 this year and entered 7th grade. She attended her first Girls Camp and had a great time there. She also won first place again in her school’s art contest, advanced to district competition, won that, and her piece is now in contention at the state level. It’s too bad that her merits as a human being will have little value to society in the coming misogynist idiocracy. It’s just that she’s not into beauty pageants.
Little D has the heart of a champion. He is a loving, sensitive 14 year-old. He plays in the school band, enjoys spending time with friends, and spends lots of time contemplating the mysteries of the universe with his brother. Unfortunately, as history has shown, totalitarian regimes have little use for free-thinking artists, musicians and poets. Luckily for Little D, he is also taking a welding class, which will come in handy working in the oil fields.
Raycito is a super cool kid. He cares a great deal about things like social justice, and very little about things like fashion and casual conversation. He teaches himself to program computer games in his spare time. He’ll be 16 in a few days but doesn’t want to learn to drive a car or date anyone who drives a car because he’s an environmentalist. As such, we know his days are numbered. Since he’ll probably be among the first against the wall, we are trying to make him as comfortable as we can. His last birthday will be a good one.
As for Kaerlig and I, we work together at our store every day but Mondays, when we often go to the temple. She also still works once in a while at the hospital. We led a group of scooterists to Great Basin National Park, took girls to Girl’s Camp for a week, visited family in California and most recently spent some time revisiting my mission in Texas. We’ve mostly stopped crying ourselves to sleep.
Last year at this time, our poor dog bit the dust. I swore off pets forever altogether. I made a rule about pets: “Does it poop? Then, NO!” But I broke the rule when Lou asked to have a rabbit. Rabbits don’t bark, they don’t even make any noise. They live in a cage. And their poop looks like little chocolate candies. As pets go, I guess rabbits are ok. Plus, it counts as a 72 hour kit, which will come in handy.
That’s it for this year. May God bless us all with His goodness, or failing that, at least a giant flaming asteroid to make America great again.
Merry Christmas.
Love, The Hurtado Family
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