♫Oh, there's no snow at home for the holidays♪
And you won't find me complaining one bit! Even though no one is going to be sledding, skiing, or snowshoeing??, it is so nice (and unusual) to have no snow and ice on the roads, no ice balls clumping up on the dogs' feet, no boots tracking in snow all over the floor. I love it! It could snow on Christmas Eve morning while I'm listening to The Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols and on Christmas Eve as we come out of the church service. That's about as much snow as I'd like this year. Then we could skip January, February, and March - and go directly to April.
I am procrastinating. Like a friend of mine said, when asked what she did all day, 'I don't know, but it took me all day to do it.' I have candy to make that I'm going to give as gifts, jams to wrap, and soaps to label. I have a bed upstairs covered in gifts (I'm very visual, so I need to do that to keep track of who gets what and what it looks like). One would assume that I could write all this information down on paper, but then one would be assuming that I'd be able to find it again. I am a great list maker. I'm not a great list finder.
I have a couple toddler sweaters I need to finish up, although one may actually end up being a springtime birthday present since I was overly optimistic about my ability to knit without dropping a stitch here and there. Since I still can't seem to figure out how to pick up a stitch (Yes, Heide, I need to see your video!!), I have to wait until someone fixes it for me before I move on. Even the YouTube videos, which are ordinarily so helpful, go too fast for me to see exactly what they do to pick up a dropped stitch. They seem to talk about it slowly, then do it quickly. Grrrrr. Fortunately, Becky, a great knitter, was at our Advent devotional/caroling party last night, so she fixed my most recent 'issue', which happened to be nothing more than not making an increase at a certain spot. Since I do count every stitch on each knit row (as instructed), the problem was only in that row.
Bridger is lying behind me, whining. Shepherds are notorious for whining, so I think I can be thankful that he doesn't do it as much as he could. He only whines when he wants me to go into the living room with him, put peanut butter on his favorite bone, and watch a movie (together!) while I knit. He thinks it's great bonding time. I may have to drag out another Foyle's War or a Lord Peter DVD tonight.
I'm pretty sure Kevin won't be watching it with us.
P.S. My dad died a year ago today. I sure miss him.