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Five 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!

Sunday, December 21, 2008

On the eighth (reading) day of Christmas

At Relief Society earlier this month, we were given a folder of handouts to help us find imaginative ways to celebrate the season. In 2005, the church published a list of readings in the scriptures, to correspond with the twelve days of Christmas. Some of these scriptures will be familiar to you, as they come from the KJV of the Bible. Others will be new to you, but harmonious with what you already know.

As this is a copyrighted article, I am not cutting-and-pasting each day’s reading into my blog posts. Instead, I will post the link and this notice, and you can just read that day’s portion if you choose. I would love to hear your thoughts and impressions.

Consider these my Christmas card(s) to you.

Yesterday was just what I hoped it would be, and a little more. I took another bag of books to Half Price Books and walked out with $15.25! I tanked the car, picked up the audiobook of A Confederacy of Dunces* at the library, and found a good home for a truly lovely set of china [service for eight] a friend gave me several years ago, which I have been lugging around ever since. I now have half a cupboard back; the dishes will be used and cherished, as the new owner knows the previous owner and esteems her highly.

On the way home, I was pulled over ~ by a young man who puts the fine in Fort Worth’s Finest ~ and informed that I had a brake light out. I smiled up at him, just as if Trainman had not told me the selfsame thing several weeks ago, and said, “Oh, thank you!” He handed me my driver’s license and proof of insurance and told me to please take care of it and wished me a Merry Christmas and drove off into the metaphorical sunset.

[“Who was that masked man?” “I don’t know, but he left this silver bullet.”]

After lunch, I drove over to AutoZone and batted my eyes at them, and they put the new one in for me. And now, when Trainman asks me about my brake light, I can tell him I took care of it. [I figure that forking over the $7.77 for the part and standing in the chill, holding the loose screws while the nice man put my new bulb in for me, was part of the repentance process for my earlier prevarication. And if that were not enough, the pint of ice cream I brought home from the scratch-and-dent grocery store turned out to be sugarless. Ewwww!]

Much, much knitting progress yesterday. I alternated working on BittyBit’s birthday scarf with repeats on the Wollmeise and have begun the gusset increases.

*Note re A Confederacy of Dunces: I listened to the first CD and put it back in its case. Language like unto the train ride home on Friday night. Great premise, occasional bits of brilliance, and I won’t be finishing it.

Today I will be attending church in Firstborn’s ward and listening to her solo and maybe even getting to sit next to Brother Sushi. And then I will be coming home to work on next week’s Sunday School lesson, which I will be teaching.

Don’t everybody fall over, at least not all at once.


Jo at Celtic Memory Yarns said...

And what are you going to be doing in your SPARE TIME?

Blessings of Midwinter and Solstice to you from this remote green island on the western edges of Europe.

Sherry said...

Teaching Sunday School.....I wish I could be there...
I also tried reading A Confederacy of Dunces. The premise seemed good and parts were darn funny, but I got bogged down in the language within the first few chapters and also gave it up. Too many good books to spend time on that.....
Looking forward to seeing you soon....

Jenni said...

Thanks so much for coming. It really menat a lot to have y'all there for me (us).