Saturday, December 21, 2013
Making a List, Checking it Twice. . . Busy Days . . .
As I'd suspected, though, once back on our little island, all was a mushy, horrid, mess of muddy wetness. Luckily, however, the temperature seems to be staying a few degrees above zero, so while we might get mucky (and good rubber boots are an easy solution), there will be no ice trying to take me down again.
But we're only home for three days, and while here, I have a few knitted gifts to finish, and two tourtières to make. Which requires digging out the recipe and writing out a grocery list. Then shopping for said groceries (although I suspect I can delegate that task to The Man Who Makes My Kitchen Run Smoothly. Some wrapping paper to buy. Last week's laundry to empty out of the suitcase and, well, launder.
And yesterday involved a trip to the physio for some IMS (intra-muscular stimulation, aka Needles!), which I'll follow up today with yoga and then try to fit in a run tomorrow morning.
IN short, as are all of you, I'm really too busy to be spending time writing blog posts. And yet. . . .
Addicted to your company, I suppose, to the 6 AM time alone with my thoughts and a computer screen, looking at my life through the filter of what I can and can't, or will and won't, fit in this column, 3 or 4 times a week. . . .
At any rate, what I intended to say is that while I want to replace yesterday's Bah Humbug post with something a bit cheerier, I mustn't spare too much time for that task. But I thought I'd share photographs of two purchases made last week in my Christmas shopping spree. One today, and one tomorrow. . . .
Above, the faux fur vest I bought for my 5-year-old granddaughter. I spotted a dark brown, non-printed version in the Zara window, but little girl's Mom was with me, and she thought her daughter might find it weird, so I just walked on by . . . . But it stuck with me (perhaps because I'd found myself a grown-up version on sale the day before). . . and when I went back to Zara, perhaps defiantly muttering about Nana's rights and Mother doesn't always know best, and What 5-year-old isn't going to like a garment she can pet and stroke . . . there at Zara, the only one left in our girl's size, was, even better than the plain brown, an animal-print version. So, weird or not, it will be wrapped up and placed under the tree. And we'll see what Little Girl thinks. Care to place bets now?