Bree recreates the classic board game “Battleship” in Lego, recasting it as a more pastoral game she and Jan call “Pick a Petunia”. The name is a riff on a stupid song Jan improvised at bedtime years ago. In the Pick a Petunia game, players secretly position flower beds in a garden, then take turns trying to guess the location of the other player’s flower beds. Bree decorates the game with natural elements like frogs and birds, and turns the separating barrier between the players’ boards into a sky with clouds, a sun, and an eagle.
Anya and Jan complete a video game they’ve been playing over the holidays: “The Return of the Obra Dinn”. It’s a grim mystery set aboard a drifting sailing ship — all 60 of its passengers have died or disappeared, and by viewing scenes from the ship’s fatal voyage, you have to deduce who each passenger was and what happened to them. Somewhat remarkably, the entire game was designed, coded, drawn, and scored by a single person.
Liya begins working on weekends as a ski instructor at the ski resort at Snoqualmie Pass. She did some training in December with Jane (one of Anya’s classmates in K–8), and Jane has agreed to do most of the driving up to the pass and back.
Liya’s teaching an introductory skiing class with 6–10 year-olds. She says that, whenever a kid falls, and she bends down to help them up, she turns around to find two more kids have fallen.
Liya begins driving school classes.
Pretty sunrise this morning
Liya finishes a week-long felting class at her school. She creates a felt bowl, and fills it with felt creatures drawn from Hayao Miyazaki anime films. She also makes a nice felt hat, but it comes out too big for anyone in our house to wear.
Whenever our cats sneak into our garage, they trap themselves there for hours. They invariably get their feet dusty, then walk all over Jan’s car, leaving little catprints all over it.
This morning Jan stops at a gas station to fill up the car. He takes a moment to squeegee the catprints off the sunroof and windshield.
About an hour after returning home, he hears a cat meowing loudly from the basement. Mojo’s managed to trap himself in the garage — and has left little catprints all over the car again.