All I Want For Christmas Is Four More Hands...

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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;

Soon the bells will start,

And the thing that will make them ring

is the carol that you sing

right within your heart....

("It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas", Perry Como)

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Oh geez---it's getting closer and closer to Christmas and I'm definitely running out of knitting time. Blaine and I are going to try and get a box mailed to his parents in New York by the Wednesday Christmas shipping deadline---but it's going to be tight. I

It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't added a couple more knitting items to my ever-burdgeoning knitted Christmas gift checklist....

Like some "Go-To-The-Hospital-Bed-Boots" for Mary, Blaine's mother. Mary is going to have surgery on January 6 and she wants the "bed-boots" to keep her feetsies warm in the hospital---and she wants them in colors to match her new robe.

Okay, so I made Blaine take me to the store--- to fight the Christmas sale-shopping crowds, yikes!---in order to get some yarn for the bedboots. And I have since been knitting as fast as my fingers can go.

I knitted the first one yesterday. I made them in soft, worsted yarn---but I did them on small needles for a tight gauge so they'll be warm. I was knitting so fast that my needles made a couple of wrong turns at Albequerque, but I don't have any time for frogging---Mary will never notice anyway (hopefully).

Now I've got to knit the second one----hopefully I can get it done quickly so that I can get these socks out in the mail. I am going to New York to help Mary after her surgery but I won't get there till after she returns home from the hospital after the surgery---thus the need to get these in the mail now so that she can have them when she enters the hospital.

Hey, I'm going to take the Amtrak train to New York in January, yeehah!!!

Anyway, I also took on yet another last-minute knitted project, a long blue scarf, for one of Blaine's sisters. I've got the scarf finished but now I am pondering what to put on the ends---fringe or a big tassle?

And I've still got to wash and block Blaine's step-father's socks, and then I've got to finish the purple Regia socks (on those dratted size O needles) for that "Make Peace" gift for the other sister-in-law (the one I wronged a few years ago).

So far they're turning out okay---no wrong needle turns at Albequerque--- but give me time.....

The weather is gray and bitterly cold---powdery snow blows every now and then. It's about 14 degrees out there and I feel a cold draft coming out of the fireplace even though the flue is closed---and that REALLY COLD draft aims right where I sit and knit.

My toes are icy and so I put on extra socks---and I'm carrying my coffee cup around with both hands so that I can warm myself on it. P

Poor idgity Blaine forgot his cell phone today, so I know he's irked. He must have been running late because I saw the evidence of a hurried exit---his shaving cream can was knocked askew on the sink, his commode was running because he forgot to "jiggle" the handle, and his pajamas were flung onto the center of the bedroom floor.

(Okay, so Blaine probably wouldn't appreciate me talking publically about such personal issues as his bathroom commode, but it's just that he's usually extremely religious about jiggling that dang faulty handle so that it doesn't run all day long and cause our water bill to skyrocket....)

When I saw the forlorn phone still sitting there on its charger this morning I immediately called him to inform him that he had forgotten it---and then I became confused when the cell phone on the floor started ringing. I had called the darn cell phone.....DUH! So I regained my senses and called his desk phone to leave a message---then realized that he probably didn't need me to call his desk phone to let him know he'd forgotten his cell.....okay I was just trying to be helpful, ya know? And another idgit, Little Baby, is---YES, she is--- still waiting at her saucer for turkey. Lord, that cat is persistent. So I finally relented and decided to oblige the poor little thing by roasting a nice turkey breast for dinner tonight. So now I've got to interrupt my knitting time to thaw the dang thing. (Little Baby is lucky the turkey breasts were on sale at the grocery store.)

So anyway, I gotta go for now----so I can keep knitting like a fiend......

(Blaine just called on the land-line telephone, lamenting the fact that he'd forgotten his cell phone. Like a smart-aleck, I replied: "Did your brain take a wrong turn at Albequerque?")

(I just love saying that.....)

(I wonder if I have time to knit another scarf for Blaine's step-father?......)

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