One Long Wednesday

Busy busy day today, but a good one! Starbucks has started selling eggnog lattes, a particular weakness of mine...Given the nutritional value (being....oh, well...zero!) I have limited myself to one a week. Wednesday seems as good a day as any to mark with a treat. So I bundled up against the elements (I so heart my Gore Tex jacket!) and hied me to the nearest Starbucks at lunchtime. Though it was a bit of a soggy trip, it was well worth it. I did forget to ask for decaf, however, so I may pay for it come bedtime!

(I might also pay for watching X-Files before bed...oy! Chris Carter came up with some creepy, yucky stuff!)

One oddness the last couple of days is that I seem to have lost (hopefully only temporarily misplaced!) my knitting mojo. I couldn't figure out why I had stalled out, but it came to me as I was falling asleep last night: of the several WIPs I have on the go - most of which are at least sort of on a deadline - all of them are at a place where stitches need picking up.

Guess what my next favourite thing to getting a root canal is?

(But Tuesday's Just as Bad)

Actually, today wasn't bad at all. There was a bit of open sky over the bridge this morning. The rain was lighter. And for some reason, all the Christmas displays and lights stopped being irksome and started to feel charming.

I love Christmas, I do. But it seems like the hype begins earlier and earlier every year. Before Remembrance Day is hopelessly tacky...Before Hallowe'en is just obscene. And I started seeing stuff out after Thanksgiving for Bob's sake! (Please remember, Gentle Readers, that our Canuckian Thanksgiving is the first Monday in October. Far, far too early for Christmas advertising!) So I've been a little Grinchy about it lately. Until today.

I dunno..something about the quality of the morning light just shifted things. It feels like winter, it seems fitting to be thinking about festivities and warmth and garlands and stuffing recipes and whatnot. When I left work and it was almost dark, the white fairy-Christmas lights up along the street looked magical.

I came home & made a ginormous tuna casserole with potato chip crumbs on top...Why did I never know of this? It's so tasty! Perfect on a near-winter evening. I've recently heard that eggnog goes well with bourbon, and I'm about to try that out while I'm feeling all adventurous with the foodstuffs.

Then, I suspect there will be cuddling with the beasties. Though I'm hoping there will be some playing of tunes first...3.5 weeks till Christmas break! Not that I'm counting or anything!

Call It Stormy Monday

Tired of hearing about the craptastic weather here? Me too. Unfortunately, the only change we might see over the next week is possible flurries near the weekend. Which should be an adventure! It was kind of hard to get excited about Monday when Monday looked like this:


I kept hoping I'd wake up and it would look like this instead:


No such luck. But I'll keep dreaming!

Sunday 8 PM

Tired and a bit grumpy tonight...the damp cold is getting at me more than I remember from previous winters. I might have to go see about some super-vitamins or something. In the meantime, to fulfill my NaBloPoMo obligations, here is something considerably warmer and sweeter than I am at the moment - Mr.Q reading Dr.Seuss the other night, to the visiting niblings:


It was a very dramatic reading, and they were quite engrossed in the story. Much quieter - though not nearly as hilarious - as the song the youngest made up that went something like this: "Ribbit, ribbit, fart, fart; I love you with all my heart!"

Go tell it on the mountain!

Bwahahahahahahahah! 24 hours ago, my Baby Sister - who can, by the way, knit - was mocking me for my "obsession." "You're weird," she would say. "I can't believe you do that."

Then, she showed up for a visit yesterday, and I showed her my stash. I told her I could teach her to knit socks while she was here. She said no thanks.

But when she got up she asked how hard it would be to knit baby socks. This morning, we popped into a couple of yarn stores, where I sort of enabled the beginning of her own stash. (Beentsy will be thrilled to hear that she went straight for the Noro.)

This afternoon, she turned her first heel:

This was more of a challenge for her than it might be for others...She's rather an independent spirit, and had a hard time with the "don't ask questions, just do what you're told" aspect of heel-turning. But she did it, and was mighty pleased with herself in the end:

I'd love to tell you more about it, but just now I have to go show her how to graft the toe...

A Few Minutes on Friday

This week has been about 23 days long, I swear. But at last, it is over. And I'm going to kick it to the curb in style: Strongbow in the fridge, beef stew in the slowcooker, and PJs for at least the next 18 hours. Gotta run, time to get cracking on the lazy front!

TTFN!

Outlook for Thursday

So, my baby sister & her two youngest babies are coming to stay with us for a couple days, starting tomorrow, and I realized that there should probably be some kid-friendly food in the house. I mean, I'm OK with tequila and tomato paste, but I'm not so sure how the kids would feel about that.

So I had this brilliant idea that I'd stop on the way home and get groceries. Mr.Q was right on board with that, and agreed that it would be even more brilliant if he intercepted me at the coffee shop & we could walk home together.

Doesn't that sound lovely? All domestic-like, maybe even a little sweet & romantic?

Yeah. Except, there's, like, a typhoon going on. My pants were stuck to my legs by the time we got home. (Thank Bob for the new Gore-tex jacket! I can't believe I waited so many winters to finally get a Real Jacket!) I think even the Cheerios inside their plastic bag inside the box inside the shopping bag got wet.

Blech! Not my finest moment. Nor, though this may be hard to believe, my most attractive. And now Mr.Q is making me listen to the soundtrack to Hair. On vinyl. My brain does not know how to process it all.

Therefore, my brain will have a cup of tea and take itself to bed in short order. And try not to think about the fact that there is a rainfall warning in effect for tomorrow...which is something like the eleventieth day in a row. I expect I'll wake up with webbed feet any day now...