||[Dec. 4th, 2005|11:39 pm]
It's not looking anything like Christmas here. I haven't even gotten the cards out yet (ack!) though that's on my to-do list for this coming week. (Thanksgiving weekend was devoted to processing the cards for the tax office, instead of our usual personal card prep.)
We won't get to shop for presents until J gets back from his trip, the weekend before Christmas (double ack!) And I may or may not be able to get enough done to put up a tree here at the house. We'll decorate one at my mother's, but it's not the same.
But all is not bleak. One of the blogs I read regularly had this link to share recently: http://amblesideonline.org/HolidayStoriesPoems.shtml
I've been reading a story at a time. They're old-fashioned Christmas and Thanksgiving stories, and excellent selections; I especially enjoyed "This Way to Christmas" (which has some.. antiquated.. notions, but then again, it was written in 1916.) I adore these sorts of stories and it's been a treat reading them.
I'm in the process of making a keyboard shelf to raise J's keyboard and make it more ergonomically correct, so there's sawdust all over the kitchen, but the shelf will look spiffy (and work, more importantly) when it's done. I mismeasured the supports the first time, and bought ones that were about 1/4 inch too high. Rather than spending literally hours trimming off 1/4 inch from two 30 inch pieces with the inadequate tools I have on hand, I went out to the hardware store and spent 12 dollars to get a piece of stock that is the right size. Expensive, but just right, and well worth it on the cash for time equation.
And J is home, a little early because the weather was bad, and the problem with the truck which I thought was going to be a 400 dollars plus repair turns out to be fixed with a 39 cent fuse. So things are looking up. I've been sitting here drinking hot tea and reading and working on the quilt and listening to J play WoW. I feel like a cat on a warm lap.