Back to Real Life

First, a quick peek at my now-cozy comfy feet. Real UGGs! New slippers! Yay!
I always ooh and ahh over the UGGs in the stores, while simultaneously noting that they are really not appropriate footwear for a person of my age and girth. But I had been hinting for new slippers and D4 saw her chance, and the rest is history.

I got several very thoughtful and delightful presents, but since none of them (well, except for the SnB calendar from D5) were knit-related, I'm not going to regale you with all of them.



The gifts for the "rest" of the family, ie the East Coasters, Denverites, and the Vegas Crew, have finally gone into the mail. I don't know why we were so lax this year with the preparation and mailing--well, actually, I do know why, it seems to be tradition, and every year I say it's going to be different.

And it never is. But here are the boxes of gifts, loaded into the Purple Present Mover, and after a few adventures with Office Depot and their errant printers, they have been consigned to the trusty services of UPS. I know that the USPS will also allow us to track packages, but there's a funny little quirk in mail delivery to some of my family--packages don't get delivered to them. Instead they get a notice and have to go into the Post Office to pick them up. In the kind of weather the East has been having, I think that's just not cool, so I sent things UPS. Brown will take them to the door.

Have I mentioned that there have been windstorms here? This is what the driveway looked like as the liquidambars dropped their collection of seed pods. Hazard underfoot! Fortunately for all, while I was at Jury Duty today (did my service, released for another year, yay!) the gardeners came and swept all this up. There are now 8 trash cans lined up at the curb, waiting for the green waste collection in the morning.


The wind also left some interesting stuff in the yard--seeds from the Chinese elm tree that is two door up from us, leaves from trees halfway up the block, papers from who-knows-where. The trees are not bare, though, and so it's likely we'll have another crop of burrs.

Too bad I've left my artsy-craftsy stage behind: these would look wonderful sprayed with gold paint or dusted with fake snow to make cheery wreaths! Oh well. Been there, done that, got the glue gun scars to prove it!