Murphy is at it again. I sat down last night with my Christmas list and realized that I had forgotten a whole family. This means that I have nine days to knit a pair of Glomitts, a scarf, and weave an afghan! It's a good job I went to lie down last night because I almost fell down when I realized that. So today I started the fifth pair of Glomitts. These are for a boy of 14 years of age. He is a shooter with the JCRs (Junior Canadian Rangers) and he shoots in the championships for the DAR (Daisy Air Rifle) competition. A pair of shooting mittens... this is good. His younger sister is getting a scarf and the wool is in the dye pot as I write. As for the Afghan.... I think I'm going to have an aneurysm.
The Christmas village shelves are now on the floor of the sun room and the Sears outlet has called to say that they don't have room for our tree and could we come pick it up because they are sick of stepping over it! (Sheesh! They only got it this morning). Our Sears outlet is very small. Teapot is going to go and pick it up. (Not the Sears outlet but the tree.) I'm knitting furiously on the Glomitts and forgetting my Cat Bourdhi socks for the time being, (what happened to that miracle?) See what I mean.... Murphy and his crowd of non-elves have moved in and are operating from under the china cabinet in the form of benign dust bunnies.... I knew I should have gotten rid of them weeks ago!
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