As I was making ginger cookies last week, I took this picture. This is my mom's recipe. When I got married, she gave me a recipe box filled with our family recipes, written in her hand. It's one of the best gifts ever.
Here's a couple of close-ups of the tree - new this year
is the red ribbon, picked out by Sam.
Also new are the wee red mittens that I knit up.
Yes, I'm charmed by them.
My camera is always blurry with no flash, but I like
the way the lights look. I'll make the picture smaller,
and maybe you won't notice that it's out of focus.
Yes, Christmas is just six short days away, and it's crunch time. Am I shopping? Wrapping presents? Finishing my Christmas cards? Nope. I'm sitting on the couch by the fire, lurking around facebook and flipping through a fashion magazine, sipping some peppermint tea, thinking about knitting, and that's about it. I've been dealing with a head cold for the past two days, and now Stuart has it. I made him soup and panini sandwiches for lunch, then sent him to bed for a nap. It's raining and windy and there is no way I'm leaving the house for anything today. We ventured out to the store for supplies, and that's it. Well, no, I do have to take the dog for walks because he won't pee or poo when it's raining unless you walk him. He's gotten so spoiled over the past few months - it's been so rainy, and he's been inside frequently. He's got us trained pretty well. I won't let him in certain rooms, and he won't go potty in the rain without a walk. I know this because I tried the shortcuts of putting him the the back (he holds it) or putting him on the leash and standing in the doorway (he still holds it) and then just when I give up and let him back inside, he goes on the floor. I mutter that he's a stupid dog, and Stuart comments quietly that he's probably the smartest dog he's ever seen because he's figured out how to train humans. Whatever.
I did some crazy last-minute deadline knitting, but I finished! I have a few things packaged up and ready to mail tomorrow. I'm expecting the post office to be a crazy madhouse, but I'm still going first thing Monday morning.
It's so cozy by the fire with the sounds of the wind and rain right outside the window. I think I'll sign off the internet, finish my tea, and take a nap. After all, I'm sick. I need the rest. Six days until Christmas. This is peace.
I'm having a great time, but I'm on the edge. I am finding space to enjoy the holiday season, but just barely. My to-do list is verging on ridiculous, my cards might get in the mail this weekend, and the gifts are mostly bought but nothing is wrapped. On the plus side, we've made three batches of spritz cookies, two of fudge, one of ginger cookies, and a huge batch of pumpkin muffins. All of this baked goodness has been shared with loved friends and family, and it is all gone. Today I am baking some more for the next round, and I am going to finish knitting a hat - a crazy last-minute gift decision that has a deadline of (ahem) tomorrow. That's ok - I started Monday, finished one on Tuesday, started the other one Wednesday, and am over half way done. It will get done. I thought I was doing great, then went to pick up the kids from school yesterday and remembered that I forgot to take Sally's flute to school for her and almost burst into tears. Thankfully, she was in the best mood I've seen in 2010 and forgave me instantly and couldn't figure out why I was so upset. So Christmas miracles still abound, if you only stop to see them. Slow down enough to enjoy the season! It's possible!
I was driving home the other day when the junior high was letting kids out of school. I watched a group walking home, talking and laughing. I saw a couple, holding hands, with that lost-in-love look, and I wished that I could go back and be young again.
Then I saw a boy in a van with his mom. He looked miserable. I remembered that I was mostly a geek in junior high, and that I didn't have a boyfriend until I was a senior in high school, and that junior high pretty much sucked.
Katy Perry can be young forever. I like being a grown up.