Our pre-Christmas rituals are right on target.
They follow a preordained pattern year after year.
The house gets snippy and has a breakdown
during the yuletide. Husband is replacing a beam
in the wall with a few well chosen words...
not be repeated in Christmas company.
The mailman delivers photos of friends'
grandchildren and messages from afar.
My heart flutters.
I fiddle with a new knitting pattern.
Guess what? I discovered that
the fringe I'm stressing about is really just
the same sequence I used for Sean's Mohawk hat
last year. Duh! Nana, kick it up.
For this year's moment of holiday joy...
visit Jane Brock's blog...
she just wrote _The Gentle Art
of Domesticity_. I have
to order a copy
Or visit the link ... Jim...
to see Husband's painting
of the "Black Hole" or his
latest burl bowl... a lovely
vessel even I couldn't find it
in my heart to fill it with yarn.
Or Jame's blog to enjoy
Grace's Christmas art and
Frances' witticisms.
Happy Knitting!
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