(I can't think of a better title, sorry.)
The scarfing is done, in more ways than one. The Thanksgiving leftovers are reduced to memories and a pot of soup. And the fat pink wool and the 8 mm (US size 11) needles have finished the last of the nieces' Christmas scarves. I've got 3 nephews in need of gifts, too, but I think a trip to the UVM store will take care of them nicely. What does a 15 year old boy want with a hand-knit scarf anyway, right?
Today was drizzly and cool. It was also quiet, and tidy and television-free, at least until 3:00 when the noise and mess got home. I enjoyed my lunch with NPR and Khaled Hossieni, oh it was nice. Who was it that recommended 1000 Splendid Suns, was it Fitzy? I LOVE it, and I've only just started.
Tomorrow promises more of the same weather, but a little noisier and less productive with Cute Boyfriend home. Maybe we'll bake some gingerbread. I have to wash the kitchen floor anyway. This morning I was reading with my little second grader mentor-ee, Jordan. She chose a Clifford book, I chose Jan Brett's Gingerbread Baby. Jordan claims she has never had a gingerbread man. Ever. How is it even conceivable that a kid can get to 8 years old and never had a gingerbread man? I do believe I need to fix that.