I think, Oh hey, my workload seems totally manageable this year! I'll bet I can actually enjoy this holiday season!
And then my holiday spirit is slowly crushed under the weight of endless to-dos I never saw coming. Which results in things like crying over a festive Chex Mix gone awry.
The bad news is there won't be much blogging happening for the rest of the week because I'll be frantically rushing around trying to finish everything before Xanax and Ish and I leave for my sister's house in Massachusetts on Thursday night.
[On an unrelated note, my apartment is so cold and the heat so inefficient that I actually just felt wind here on my livingroom sofa. Oh the weather on your sofa is frightful...]
The good news is that I'm bringing my laptop and will actually be blogging throughout the holidays. Are you so excited?
Live! From Dysfunction! It's the Sammis Family Christmas!
Not that our family is really that dysfunctional anymore. With both my parents gone, not only is Christmas a bit more quiet and tender and sad, it's also far less dramatic. I do not think that anyone will be throwing a meat fork at anyone else while screaming obscenities, for example. But then, who's to say?
In the meantime, I leave you with this crazy tidbit: for pretty much no reason, I knitted myself a hat.
It started when my a cappella group decided that we'd do a Yankee Swap this year, with gifts we made ourselves. And I decided that I would have to haul out my knitting again, since it's the only thing I know I can actually make (as opposed to something like "baked goods" -- remember how I cried over the complexity of Chex mix?).
The scarf I ended up knitting was quite cute, if I do say so. Although I have to attribute that entirely to my selection of yarn. Because I learned early on that if the yarn is interesting enough, you can just do knit stitches and it seems like you did something really quite amazing.
Thus this evening, when I was faced with a full inbox, a crazy schedule, an upside-down apartment, and piles of dirty clothes that somehow have to be cleaned and packed, I decided that the single most pressing thing for me to do was to not let great yarn go unused.
I am maybe losing my mind.
But at least I'm gangsta.
Yes, I took this photo tonight. Also, no, I'm not so much making a gang sign as I am making a sideways peace sign because I have zero idea what a gang sign actually, like, is. Pretend I made a peace sign for Christmas or something. La la la.