I have been knitting away on the second fingerless glove for LittleBit to give her friend at school and am up to the thumb. They will probably be finished when I get home tonight, and then we can drive over and give them to her.
LittleBit’s rehearsal for the musical ended earlier than expected, so we put in a solid hour behind the wheel last night. We found a short stretch of highway that was far from the mall madness, and we actually got Phineas up to fifth gear, woohoo!
She went out with HerBoy, and I stayed home with The Holiday in French with English subtitles. I think next time I’ll watch/listen in French with Spanish subtitles, just to thoroughly confuse the issue. I mostly had it on for the soundtrack.
I have been meaning to grab my Christmas CD’s for the daily commute, and I only actually got around to it on Monday. I love Kenny Rogers’ duet with Wynonna on Mary, Did You Know? I had forgotten how sniffly it makes me. And the next song is about a soldier who comes unto Christ, and while I quibble with its subtext of predestination, it is still quite moving to this soldier’s daughter. So it went back into the box on Monday night, and I forgot to grab something else for the drive yesterday.
I just looked for another one a moment ago, and it seems that the other Christmas CD’s are on the bottom layer, and I’m not in the mood to go spelunking. So I have decided to take along Brother Ray Charles this morning. The word for the day is joy.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!