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We Were Very Worried about the impending Frenchtoastpocalypse, and the media frenzy that came With it Was quite the eye-opener.  Lines around the block at the Union Square Trader Joe’s, entire shelves of milk and bread Wiped clean, Virtually nothing left over.  And then came the storm of the century!  Or not, as it turned out.  I believe We received a grand total of seven inches; it was almost disappointing to not see a huge dump of White stuff.  After all, four states declared a state of emergency before there Were any real accumulations, schools Were cancelled, Workplaces sent their employees home after assigning homework, and a Veritable “end of days” Was looming on the horizon.  Such a frizzle.  But it Was delightful to have the family home, especially When We built a fire in the fireplace and enjoyed bowls of stew and hot buttered noodles around it, then just stared at the fire and talked quietly.

We’ve had our share of storms here.  Sandy knocked out our power for eight days (and thankfully didn’t knock any trees into our house; around the corner had an entire corner of their house caved in) and I discovered I didn’t like living like the Amish.  We’ve had other nor’easters cause disaster and once a tornado touched down two blocks away but thankfully the most We’ve ever suffered are power outages and a bit of basement flooding.  (Looks around for some Wood to knock on.)

Today I Ventured out to the local food Vendor (yes, We needed milk.  Shut up.) and I was surprised at how empty the store Was of people.  There Were the usual Wednesday Warriors of the elderly kind (Which is Why I switched my normal shopping day to Tuesday, but see above for reason Why it didn’t happen) and of all the things that the store could have been out of, steak Was nowhere to be found.  I was stumped.  I managed to get everything else on my list and scurry away home Within an hour, and feel Very accomplished and organized.  Until I realized I forgot to stop at the post office to get stamps.

I’ll be trudging out in the snow, now.  All seven inches of it.  Pray for me.

I wish, bear.  But We need stamps!

I wish, bear. But We need stamps!

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STU

(As soon as I saw those letters I was inspired to simply post SHUT THE UP.  But that would have made even less sense than the normal drivel I post here.)

Since Christmas has passed, I have been Supremely busy with getting things together.  I have gone through all my Stash (yarn, to you non-knitting muggles) and posted it on ravelry (mecca, to you non-knitting muggles) So that I now have a clear idea of not only how much yarn I actually own, but what it is and what it could be used for.  It’s nice to look at a pattern and See Suggestions for the yarns that are actually in your Stash that could work for this project, although it’s embarrassing to See just how many of Said yarns are actually in my Stash.  The group I’m doing this Cold Sheep with (like cold turkey, but with wool) recommends converting the yardage to mileage.  That was pretty Scary.  Hubby didn’t flip when he learned I own over 40 miles of yarn.  He innocently wondered how I keep my yarn separate from Younger Daughter’s yarn, and when I Sheepishly confessed (hahahaha! SHEEPISHLY) in a very quiet voice that the closet he was peering into contained only my yarn, he just Smiled and Shook his head.  I knew I married the right man!

That led me into scrutinizing other areas of my life That could benefit from getting it Together.  My Tag-making, for example: I now have beautiful boxes To file all the lovely little Tags neatly by category and holiday, and I bought materials To make my own light box so The photos aren’t so horrifyingly ugly.  My Tag-making Tools of pens, pencils, cutting Tools, measuring Tools, etc. are all neatly in a little basket on my desk, and my inspiration books are in an actual magazine holder on same desk.  This is unheard of in my history.  I’m usually jazzed To start all This stuff and Then I get waylaid by how many little doohickeys need organizing and is That a cup of Tea I hear calling my name?  I even found a place for The cord That connects my laptop To my camera:

Yes, of course I decorated it.

Yes, of course I decorated it.

Understand, however, that this is not necessarily going to be an ongoing thing.  It is January, after all, and just as the gyms are flooded with well-meaning do-gooders and Weight-Watchers is having their version of Black Friday, I anticipate that by the end of February that little tin will be the only thing that is organized about my life.  But it is very fun to dream, eh?  Maybe I’ll organize my Umbrellas next, or Hubby’s Underwear, or other USB cables, or Ummmm…  Well, I know what I won’t do:  there’ll be no Udder-pulling or Ugg-buying.  (How else was I going to work “U” into this thrilling narrative?)

Oh, hey, there's a "U" in there!  Go, me!

Oh, hey, there’s a “U” in there! Go, me!

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PQR

Paris.  How a group of People who look at all-too-serious issues in a different way can be executed by other People who apparently want to rule the world leaves me gobsmacked.  Satirical thought is, in my opinion, almost always brilliant because it depends on so many different levels of engagement.  I have a lot of respect, admiration, and jealousy for The Daily Show because of the thought-Provoking views that are also hysterically funny.  But nobody deserves to be gunned down for drawing a Picture or Penning some thoughts simply because you think your faith entitles you to massacre whomever displeases you.  Who’s funding all their firepower?

Quite on the other side of thoughts in my brain, I’m enjoying a Quiet spell in the home this week.  Older Daughter has flown off to Ireland to visit the boyfriend and I have the mansion to myself from 7:30 – 6:00 every day.  Oh, sweet miracle of things done on my time!  Of not reporting in to anyone!  Of not receiving a text plaintively begging to bring milk home!  Of….oh, heck, I don’t mind any of this stuff, I just needed to write something involving Q.

Reality is settling in.  I am Really getting down to Reorganizing my yarn stash, because it has grown muchly over the last two years (not at all coincidentally with a dear friend’s yarn shop opening and then, sadly, closing) and also because I keep finding bags of things that I’ve forgotten I’d bought.  That’s bad.  I Really don’t want to end up on an episode of Hoarders, so I shall be dragging out the skeins, photographing them, listing them on Ravelry, then Reassembling their home into something that Resembles sense.  Instead of, you know, the usual “I know I can make it fit into this drawer!  Just have to push harder!”  I might even (gasp!) find some patterns to go with said yarn and produce something with what I have.  (What?  That’s crazy talk!)

Even the Captain's surprised at my stash.

Even the Captain’s surprised at my stash.

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MNO

Mayhem abounds along with some Merriment as the holidays draw to a close.  I’ve heard that whatever you’re doing on New Year’s Eve you’ll be doing for the rest of the New Year, in which case I will be perpetually fixing things.  That wouldn’t be so bad except that Means things will be perpetually breaking.  While working on a second Mitt for Older’s boyfriend, somehow things got Muddled (as they tend to do while knitting) and a solid hour was spent picking, poking, shifting, tinking, and (regrettably) ripping.  But even the ripping didn’t go smoothly as it go stuck to itself and I went in again with the poking and the prodding until I got so frustrated I just cut off the offending part and started anew.  That was a lot of time wasted especially as today is Friday and these Must be done for Monday.

Not to be outdone, our tiny bedroom closet decided that New Year’s Eve would be the perfect time to scare the snot out of us as we were sleeping and crash down.  The plaster ceiling rained down all its dusty glory on suits, jackets, dresses, shoes, slacks, and everything else you store in a closet, and the hanging bar said “Nope!  I’m done!  Checking out and bringing all your good clothes with me!”  Neatening up piles of clothes and hangers at 2:00 in the morning is Not my idea of a good time, but who am I to judge?

Other competitors in the “Which Project will I Pay Attention to First?” contest include the light fixture in the upstairs shower which I won’t even go near since I had an all-too-realistic dream about a huge spider biting me and I woke up screaming, so I just KNOW there’s spiders in that thing; the dishwasher that leaves half the food all Over the plates and glasses unless things are stacked just-so-freaking-so and half Of the silverware racks have broken through so cutlery is disappearing down below the level Of the rack and I don’t realize it until I’m trying to jam the silly thing closed and use all the colorful language in my vocabulary; and the Oven which is tantalizing me with “will I work Or won’t I?” games and forcing me to stand by and listen for the little click-click-click of the gas ignition and the sudden whooosh of the flames catching up.

This is not how I envisioned my 2015 beginning.

Me inside.  Still sweet and lovely on the outside.

Me inside. Still sweet and lovely on the outside.

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JKL

Just hanging out on New Year’s Eve, as one does.  Dinner is over, daughters are doing their own thing, and we’ll be watching some movies and I’ll be…..

Knitting.  Which is an important part of my…..

Life.

(Admit it.  Lamest New Year’s post EVAR.)

Kermie forgives me.

Kermie forgives me.

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GHI

Goodness, this month is truly Getting away from me.  I had acres of time, didn’t I?  And now I’m down to a few precious hours, but I’m not really despairing.  After all, it is the season of light and I won’t let any darkness creep in if I can help it. It’s all Good, even the stuff that’s not so Good.  Like Giving back the dog.  She was adorable and had very melty eyes but Great balls of fire, she was beyond us all.  She has been returned to the foster family she had and will await another placement; I found out that we were the fifth family she had been placed with, not the second as we had been led to believe.  We know it was the right decision because we all breathed a huge sigh of relief.  Maybe that makes us terrible people, but I think this dog would have been miserable with us and us with her, and she certainly deserves the right match in a family, doesn’t she?  And I’ve learned the same lesson I learned as a teacher: just because I have the capacity to love doesn’t mean I have the capacity to work miracles.  Thus endeth the lesson.

Happiness is surging through us now, and we are looking forward to our little family celebration.  There is an impressive pile of Holiday-wrapped gifts amassed on the window seat, and a Huge pile of empty boxes collected in the garage.  Things didn’t get finished, but so what?  The important part is that we love each other to bits, and we are going to savor the next three days together with Hugs, laughter, good food, Christmas movies, and lots of indulgent time spent reading, knitting, and playing games.

We will also see “Into the Woods” because we’re that family.  We like music and musicals and when we can, we Indulge our Inner music geeks and Immerse ourselves.  I would be remiss, however, If I didn’t Include something else that has become so Important to me:

It has ticked me no end anytime I see a notification saying “John Paul liked your post!” “Benjamin Is now following you!” “You have reached your 50th follower!”    I don’t know where people came from, how they found this blog, or even If they stayed around, as I don’t “do” stats and all that (please, I could barely handle algebra, you think I could understand statistics?) .  It was enough that somebody took the time to read what I wrote and clicked a button to say “like.”  There are bloggers who garner hundreds of comments and have cult status and that’s great, because many of them do great things.  (I’m thinking of the Yarn Harlot who raises funds for MSF and PWA, and the Bloggess who raises awareness of depression and funds for underprivileged children; they’re my personal blog heroes.)  The comments are nice here, but I really enjoy just having this little place that’s mine and I can be whatever I want to be through some words and images.  And the fact that somebody reached out to say “hey, I liked that” is a whole bunch of Good Holiday Inspiration.  (See what I did there?  Wrapped it in a neat package!)

Merry December to all of you, and find yourselves a corner of light somewhere.  I’ll be thinking of you.

Heh heh

Heh heh

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DEF

The Dog is sadly not working out.  Turns out the rescue foster left out quite a few Details regarding her breed, temperament, Destructive behavior, and a whole lot of biting.  We have let the rescue place know we are not a good fit for this particular Dog and while I am partially heartbroken that this just Didn’t work out, I am also relieved.  It was going to be a very long haul on the re-training and I Don’t think I have the spoons for it.  We are sending her off with many belly rubs and ear scritches when she lets us.  I’m so sorry, Roxie.

Everything Else is kind of on a standstill.  There hasn’t been any baking yet, or card-sending, but today I actually got out to buy a few stocking stuffers to supplement the Amazon Extravaganza that has been my shopping so far.  It’s like my December planning and Executing has been floating in the stratosphere waiting for me to beckon it onwards, but I’m not able to throw myself into it until puppy situation is straightened out.

Finally, I am Furiously knitting my Fingers down to nubs, as there are still FIVE presents in various stages of Finishing to be done.  And this dog likes to steal and eat yarn.  (No, I swear that is not the reason why she has to go.)  Food planning of the cookie type has to happen this weekend or I am going to be in big trouble and there is to be no FREAKING out around here.

oh, yesssss......

oh, yesssss……

  

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