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I'm a bit old to be starting out in life again, but that's where I am. Sadly. Or gladly. It's where I am. Come along. Watch the fun. Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Time to get ready for Christmas

Jury duty was pretty much a non-event. In this county, you're on call for a week, from Monday through Thursday, or for one trial if you're selected. Each night, you call or check a web site to see what you need to do the next day. Monday was the only day I had to even report to the court house. Thankfully. Small room. Overheated. Lots of coughing and sneezing going on. It wasn't bad, though, and the ride to the county seat, a little town called Belvedere, is pretty. I am glad, though, to have my time back, just in terms of knowing where I had to be.

Psychologically, I had to get past this week before I felt free to plan for Christmas. I guess I really ought to start making some lists now. This will be the year of the home-made knits, but it is critical that I pre-determine who is sock-worthy. There's nothing as nice, in a knitter's eyes, as a pair of hand knit socks. It is, however, critical to a knitter's self-esteem and self-image, to be certain to gift the socks to sock-worthy recipients. Nothing bruises a knitter's ego worse than giving hand-knit socks to someone who would not realize how much is put into each and every stitch. In truth, I already have 6 pairs of socks done, and had a good idea, due to inherent sock-worthiness, of to whom each pair would go and for whom each specific pair was being made.

Of course, there were those other 10 pairs that ended up in my own drawer, because, oh the yarn was so yummy, or the colorway was gorgeously unright for the intended recipient, or, oh! I really bunged up that gusset, didn't I? Just can't give these away (and I love them sooo much!,) they're not gift-worthy.

But there must be more to Christmas than socks, and felted mittens, and felted clogs. There must be. I must make my lists and check them twice before it is clear to me what that "more" is.

Now that jury duty, which loomed ever-so-much larger than it turned out to be, is over, I can move on.

Right now, though, I'm too tired to get up and go to bed. Am I the only one this happens to?

3 Comments:

Blogger jmkizer said...

Sometimes the lists do make things seem a bit overwhelming. I have a million errands to do. I should be in good shape by Monday -- I hope.

8:11 AM  
Blogger Connordog said...

Definitely not. Sometimes it's too hard to get ready to go to bed! :)

2:43 PM  
Blogger Angela said...

It's not just you! Last night we were downstairs and getting ready to see our guests off for the evening and retire. The bedroom is two sets of stairs above the basement. I wasn't sure I would make it.

11:12 AM  

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