Seems that over the past few days I haven't had any quality online time. Seems that not one, but two Thanksgiving meals, braving Black Friday, a Christmas party and a fall got between me and my Dell.
Yes, we successfully made it through not one, but two households of food on Thursday, scooting across several counties to make sure we had quality time with each of our families. I have to admit that eating at 11 a.m. and 1:30 p.m. was a bit much and I came home with a tad of a stomach ache and regret that I had eaten mashed potatoes not once, but twice. Lesson learned, walk away from the potatoes, walk away from the potatoes. (In the midst of all of the food, I managed to make lots of headway on Clapotis; seems I have neglected it greatly out of necessity: Christmas knitting.)
On Friday I did brave the crowds, but only in the name of mother-daughter bonding. Patience, no expectations and the promise of a peppermint mocha got me through. That. . . deep breaths and taking brief trips to my happy place (a place with no lines, no back-handed compliments, where the mocha flows free and everyone says "excuse me.") Courage and stamina paid off, as I came home with the most luxurious of blankets and some new bedding, all for us. So luxurious in fact that I found myself literally caressing the blanket as I fell asleep.
The rest of our Friday was spent catching up on all that we had neglected. In my haste, I tumbled down our wooden stairs, four of them in fact; and now I am left sore, very bruised and a bit cranky.
Saturday was full of preparations and a Christmas party. Sore legs, back and rump made for an interesting evening. I finally collapsed into bed after midnight, miserable and in need of sleep, blaming it all on the fall.
I woke this morning much too early feeling wretched, not hung-over mind you, but wretched. Seems my healing has been interupted a bit by an impending cold and lack of sleep.
I had promised my dear Cynical that we'd have breakfast out and so I drug myself to Cracker Barrel and for a few more errands before I landed back home, safe, sound and ever-so tired.
I decided after a failed attempt to nap my way through "Home for the Holidays", that perhaps it might be wise to dig out a few Christmas decorations. Yes, it's early, but no, we won't have much time in the impending weeks, plus I thought it might be nice to have a little holiday cheer around. Little touches here and there, but it won't seem complete until we get the tree. Maybe next weekend?
Now I sit, watching a sappy Hallmark movie, stopping my knitting to watch those awesome commercials that always make me cry. Let the festivities begin.
All-in-all, our holiday was peaceful. Our weekend fruitful. And we are blessed.
PS: A few items are posted in the Finished Projects section. Christmas knitting. . . 'tis the most wonderful time of the year.
Atop is my dad's famous mashed potatoes. The second photo is of our new bedding, the luxurious blanket cannot be seen; Sammy obviously approves. In the third photo are some goodies gifted to me by the lady who does my pedicures. Seems her mother-in-law was a knitter and upon her passing, she remembered me working on projects while she pampered my toes, so she brought a box of notions to me. I was thrilled to find lots of old straight, circular and cable needles, as well as a magnetic chart keeper and stitch holders.
4 comments:
We would have loved to have seen you, but all the eating craziness!!! Alas!
Sorry to hear about your tumble. :) Hope you feel better soon.
What a cool kitty cat!
sounds like a great Turkeyday weekend...sans the tumble down stairs and impending cold. Here's hoping you feel better soon!
What a sweet gift from your pedicurist! Very thoughtful!
My daughter and her fiance had to spread themselves around Thanksgiving, too. They had four places they needed to be.
Sorry about your fall down the steps. Hub fell on Thanksgiving, too, and ended up in the emergency room with a gash in his scalp. I'm thankful he wasn't hurt worse than he was.
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