It’s the middle of Christmas Day, just after watching an afternoon movie with John and the girls, but before starting to make dinner and opening presents. The rain has tempered down to a drizzle and it’s warm enough to open the windows a little to hear the sounds outside. No, there’s no snow, but the sky is at least being weathery, and the raindrops look like tiny crystals hanging from the courtyard tree branches. I love it.
I started this holiday long weekend with a list of projects I thought I wanted to catch up on and a shortlist of to-dos, but I realized how ridiculous that seemed when I woke up yesterday. Instead, I am knitting. Last night we watched Netflix’s A Boy Called Christmas, and the main character spends pretty much all his screen time in a simple hand-knit red scarf that reminded me of the white one my Mom knitted for me when I was a kid. It inspired me to dig through boxes to find my old needles and some yarn.
I haven’t done any knitting in a LONG time, and my skills only included casting on and knitting & purling, but I unraveled the start of a decades-old project that I still kept because, well, that beautiful yarn!— and I’ve been gobbling up YouTube tutorials this weekend. So fun. I am happy to say that I don’t even know what time it is right now. I love days like that!
I hope that wherever you’re spending your Christmas weekend you’re with those you love, be they people or pets or both, and that you’re finding time to lose track of time too.
Merry Christmas!
~ Claudia