My mom is teaching me to knit scarves, so presumably I will also soon know how to knit potholders (a small scarf) and afghans for the couch (a very large scarf). If I ever figure it out with any degree of non-retardedness I will post one of my efforts. Right now they look like something that you would buy at a charity auction of second grade art projects. But, I'm on it. I heart scarves. And knitting. And any activity that keeps me from going stark raving mad out here in the boonies.
My parents just went off to play golf for the first time since I've been home...sweet, sweet alone-ness. I love them so much, and I love hanging out with them, but I also love that feeling of being totally alone in the house and just knowing that I can do anything I want, including blog with the door open...which makes blogging sound much dirtier and more illicit than it really is. I feel like I'm hiding a terrible addiction or something!
Anyway, I still don't feel like Christmas is on Saturday even though my mom put a bunch of presents under the tree and made like thirty different kinds of cookies...I'm still hoping that in the next few minutes I will somehow just come down with the Christmas spirit, like a sudden onset flu-bug. I hope everyone else is feeling more merry and mirthful than I am.
