Back to work Monday. Ugh. It had to happen, and obviously I survived. But still, Ugh.
Anyway, I'm feeling a bit scattered and don't really only have one single thing to talk about, so I'm doing a brain dump as it were. Hey, it happens.
I did a fair amount of knitting over the long holiday weekend. I really didn't make it much farther than the picture I showed the other day on the fingerless mitts for The Tim. I had planned to work on them yesterday while he was at work, but got myself into a cleaning frenzy and spent the better part of the day and all of my energy on that. Not only did I decided I should seize the moment when I could, but we are having some family visiting this coming weekend, so I thought I'd clean up sooner rather than later.
I got myself seriously in the zone though on my For the Birds sweater. I have it in my brain that I would like to finish it before the end of the year, just because. And that may actually happen! The front is finished, and shoulder seams are on waste yarn, awaiting the back being finished so I can do a three-needle bindoff. Then just the neckline and the short sleeves. I think I can, I think I can!
I also started a pair of holiday socks for myself, but I'm saving that to show you later in the week.
I do have a funny story. I already shared this on Facebook, so some of you may have already read it. Anyway, yesterday I decided to go to church in the earlier part of the morning. This particular Mass was one where they collect the younger children to go and spend some time crafting so their parents can have some quiet time. There was one kid who very dramatically clomped up the aisle towards the group and the priest, wearing a #11 Carson Wentz jersey. The priest always has a little chat with the kids before they leave. He said, "Well, now Thanksgiving is over, and we have been thankful for our friends and family. What are we getting ready for next?" Fully expecting the response to be "Christmas," perhaps hoping to hear, "Advent," but before any of the others could respond, #11 said, "E-A-G-L-E-S! EAGLES!" It took the priest a good five minutes to recover, he was laughing so hard. I love when stuff like that happens. (BTW, some little girl then said, "Advent," so we were all saved from damnation ...)
This morning, Pip had a checkup with the new vet we are taking the cats to see. Milo already visited a month or so ago. The Tim took Pip, and said that he was very good, and was quite popular. Apparently, one of the people there said, "He's a lot different from Milo, isn't he?" Oh, you have NO idea! :-)
As is my usual practice, I'm trying to figure out what to read during Christmastime. Of course, I'll read "regular" books, but I love reading books that take place during Christmas. Let me know if you have any suggestions. Mysteries are fine, memoirs, fiction are fine. I'm not one much for sappy romances, though. But suggest away, sometimes I surprise myself!
Are any of you watching the TV show "Godless"? It's a western, and so far, we've watched two episodes, and it's pretty good. I like westerns, when they don't involve just a bunch of shootouts. Admittedly, I watched a ton of cowboys vs. Indians movies as a kid, even though they would likely be appalling by today's standards. But this one so far is more about good and evil, and though there are Native American characters, the main focus is on the hunt for a gunslinger and the survival of a town where most of the men were killed in a mining accident. Yeah, I know, not necessarily cheery, but well-done.
I guess that's enough for now. I hope you also made it through your Monday relatively unscathed. :-)