Yeah, I'm still trying to make things for Christmas. So far I've gotten...two presents done. It's not looking good.
There's never enough time to do the things I really want to do for Christmas.
On the "win" side, I have gotten to a couple of Christmas shows and went on a Christmas-y outing into the city, I bought a new artificial tree (shut up, I like them) and got it all decorated, and I have most of the big gifts purchased.
On the "fail" side, I haven't made all the stuff I'd envisioned, haven't planned an outing for the kids, and haven't baked anything. I'm glad the older two girls are in high school, because I've got bupkus for teacher gifts. (Can I use Yiddish in a discussion about Christmas gifts? I think Jesus would be okay with it.)
I wish I had a week to just sit at the sewing machine or ply my crochet hook. After a while, a person just has to make something of substance, you know? I spend most of my time processing words and ideas, which is such an abstract occupation. If I'm not writing and editing for work, I'm helping kids with their report on Thomas Aquinas or Macbeth. I want to be able to point at something and say that I made it, that something now exists that did not exist before, and it's because of me. (Cooking doesn't count for me, because (1) I don't really enjoy it and (2) food doesn't stick around for long.)
Um, anyway. That's enough white whine for now.
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