I always seem to have a problem easing back into work after the holidays. Do you? It’s not as though we did much. Just putzed around, visited with family and played with cats. The period between Christmas and New Years seems to fall into this nebulous gray area where I’m perusing the past, cataloging my considerable sins of the year and casting a wary eye towards needed changes in the new year (dread). Who likes the change that inventorying and tallying dictates? Not me. One goal as I mentioned before, is to zero out my unread email messages. I haven’t made as much progress as I’d like, down 272 to 2,567. I just never know where to put things. Or, some I don’t know how to respond to, those that require the most time and thought. Some messages are really touching and affect me, many from home sewers. I am humbled by those and hold off waiting for a spate of repose that never comes, their messages taunting me. Then guilt swoops in, roosting fearlessly, feeding and scatting with abandon. Those who wrote will think I’m not listening, what other conclusion should they come to?
So, what kind of loot did you get? What kind of loot did you give? Were you generous to the less fortunate? By the way, I don’t make a big deal of it, posting a sticker on my website but I donate a whole lot more than the 1%-2% that others advertise. Do you know which group gives the greatest percentage of their income to the poor? It’s the poor themselves, they give the largest share, nearly six percent. We encourage everyone to meet or exceed that.
Loot I got:
SIL gave me a book on technical illustration and a CD (Vienna Teng). MIL got me a grey rayon scarf and a vegan cookbook. DH got my pearls restrung, I haven’t worn them in years because they’d come unbound. He also got me the Nelly Don story (book and DVD; just ask if you want to borrow it) which we finished watching last night. For the life of us, we can’t figure out how the largest women’s dress manufacturer in history could have been so ignored by history. We figure it’s because she was from Kansas City rather than New York. Provenance sparks lots of snobbishness -to which I can well attest. The last thing he got me was a copy of Pattern Magic 2, although he says he didn’t get the advertised free shipping. Very cool pattern puzzles. Actually, I got two copies, one damaged with the spine broken. It’s still usable though. Would it be too chintzy to give it away as a contest prize? If it were me, I wouldn’t mind getting it. If so, we need a contest. Suggestions?
Loot I gave:
I gave SIL/BIL several vegetarian cookbooks. The latter’s been making noises about going vegetarian so of course I want to encourage that. SIL/MILeach got mobius scarves, really birthday gifts, theirs fall right after Christmas, also jewelery we’d bought from an artisan at a local craft fair; nice pieces too. Niece/Nephew got toys (wooden of course) and socks from Sock Lady. DH got socks too and a book on commercial property law and another on economics written by a friend of ours. Also a guitar trainer. He plays guitar, very well too. I don’t play anything. I’d been hoping for a banjo or a fiddle but DH isn’t likely to buy me one since the guitar he got me last year is collecting dust. I’m wild about bluegrass in case you wonder. The boy got an MP3 player and books. He doesn’t read though. I figure it’s his form of protest. Any horizontal surface we have (including the floors) are covered with books.
So how was your holiday? Do tell…