Man, it's cold. I am sure that in the more arctic parts of this country, it's colder, but for a kid who grew up in sunny Santa Barbara, it's friggin' freezing. Thank god I finally finished (and even blocked!) my wool version of the Rowan Hope sweater! yay! I'm very pleased with how it turned out actually. Once it's dry (which may take forever, given how cold and damp it is right now) I'm very much looking forward to wearing it.
I actually had a fairly productive Christmas, as far as needlework projects go anyway. I finished the Hope sweater, and I finally finished a tatted handkerchief I've been working on for at least 3 years. It's a bit absurd, but I really only work on this thing around Christmas, and mainly out at Dickens, where it's dark and I wear contacts that do not correct my astigmatism, so 3 years really isn't so bad. I got it done on Christmas eve, washed out 3 years of accumulated grunge, and it looks lovely. I'm quite proud of myself. Tatting is a slow process, but so lovely when you get something done!
I had a very nice trip down to the ancestors for Christmas. I actually ended up driving down with the boy, which was sort of odd but ended up being an ok thing I think. It turns out that the little game I played last day at Dickens went better than I had though. I had wanted to get him a really lovely edition of his book, and found one that was done in at least 1870. I couldn't figure out a graceful way of giving it to him after the whole house guest debacle, so I anonymously telegraphed it to him and decided that if he figured it out by the end of day and sent me a note back everything would be ok.
Well, I didn't get a note back. Or anything at all. So I left the site on Sunday pretty much all sad and dejected but ok with it because I saw his face after he got it, and one of the people who knew I'd sent it said he was just beside himself with glee and very happy with it. I'd pretty much concluded that he had no clue, had attributed the gift to someone else, and that was that. I'd never mention it, it never happened.
So, Wednesday evening I get to his house (which was a series of misadventures in and of itself), he finally gets there, and as he's making us a bit of food before we leave, he pops up with "So, were you the one who sent me the book?" to which I replied "Hmm, why would you think that?" and he said something to the effect that I was the only person who was thoughtful enough, cared enough and knew enough to send something like that, but he thought I hated him so he wasn't sure. So I told him that if I hated him I would 1 - not be in his dinning room at that moment, and 2 - wouldn't have sent it.
I have no idea where any of this leaves us, but that's ok. We had a nice drive down, I helped him with his French (he's going to be in the chorus for Carmen), and went we finally got to my parents Dad made us cinnamon bread toast and tea, and we talked for another hour before he finally left and went to his parents. It was actually quite nice, and I don't feel like such a crazy person anymore (at least as far as that whole mess is concerned).
Anyway, the holiday itself was fairly uneventful, Dad and I ended up not skiing yesterday because I'm still getting over that awful plague thing and there was a huge storm, and I'm back at work today. It's nice and quiet, and the awful demo of the product for the big boss guy went brilliantly last week so I haven't been sacked and should be ok and employed for another 4 or 6 months. Yay!
Now if I can just get my house situation worked out all will be well and the new year will start off brilliantly! Even if it does start off alone or naked in a freezing pool with my ex...
Fun beer quotes for the day:
Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol.
-- W.C. Fields, actor
Work is the curse of the drinking class.
-- Oscar Wilde, author
Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
-- Benjamin Franklin, statesman/inventor
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