We started last night with a lovely fireside dinner of sushi and champagne but by the second bottle the kids were recollecting wild times in middle school and rolling around on the floor giddy with silliness. They calmed down a bit and after a couple hours Abby took off with friends, Dan and Jill used the hot tub and Rich and I called it quits on the day. Now, it’s 9 am and I have a light day in the office and the kids are up already making music. I want you to know that a concert cellist and a jazz saxophonist play the most beautiful rendition of Oh, Come All Ye Faithful ever. I’m in heaven over here. Ah- they just switched to Up on the Rooftop in a minor chord. I wish you could hear this. Angels We Have Heard on High.
Today, tomorrow and Friday are days to tie up loose ends. I had this cockamamie idea it would be fun to knit eleven hats and pair of mittens in green and white. After six I thought I would puke if I ever saw these Spartan colors again. And I just don’t have what it takes to do a set in blue and maize in the spirit of bad sportsmanship. So, this little project is going out the door half done. Some of us are not cut out for reproduction on a large scale.
After I finished Rich’s gray tweed alpaca sweater, I started another- a real beauty out of Mountain Colors hand dyed wool in shades of grays, heather, plum and a dark dusty blue. That will also be unfinished so someone will have a box of wool and half a sweater under the tree and I’ll finish it up in Florida.
Here at OutsideIn, Sophie has a small following of one. But he’s faithful and persistent and incredibly handsome. Sophie has a pin-up of Rhett right by her bed. Isn’t that where you always hang the picture of the hunk?
"WHERE’S MY STUFF?"
I love the way Amazon.com has a link by this name so I can go see that the Clapper (shhh!) that I bought for Bud is still in Maumee, Ohio. I can also see that three other gifts that I ordered in plenty of time and originally had shipping dates of the 16th now have shipping dates of Dec. 22 and the estimated delivery date of Dec. 23 remains ever constant. And I only paid for standard shipping. So, I figure either Amazon.com has Santa Claus on the payroll or they’re lying to me about when things will actually arrive. Curiously, they have no customer service phone number which is problematic. It means I can’t call them and scream, "WHERE’S MY STUFF?????"
The thing is, I suspect trouble with this Clapper gift anyway. Rude Cactus noted that his baby, Mia, got their Clapper to go off and on with crying. Up at the Bud and Jan Show everything is way too loud. Secondary to hearing issues they yell all the time and then, because they are political hotheads, CNN is cranked up to fever pitch 24/7. I suspect this may turn into a case of Chris Matthews- ON; Chris Matthews-OFF.
News Flash from Audrey of BCMA: She wants to know why I’m so busy knitting and making kirigami Christmas trees when I could thrill my friends with gift items like these. If you’ve made it this far in the post, this link will tip you over the edge and make it all worth while. Promise.