One Day More
Steeped in Tradition: The Gingerbread House

Riffing. Again.


  • It's just one of those weeks. . . when the best I can do is. . . riff.
  • Again.
  • I finished a great little knitting project over the long weekend. 
  • I was really excited to take pictures and share the details here on the blog and over at Ravelry.
  • But it was dark and gloomy all day yesterday.
  • Like. . . really dark.
  • And raining.
  • Until it started to crazy-snow later in the day.
  • You know, that really heavy, wet, slippery kind of snow that happens when the temperature hovers right there at the freezing point?
  • So it was too dark and yucky and wet to take any decent photos of my project.
  • Maybe today?
  • But I'm thinking not.
  • Anyway.  Great project.  And timely.  Given the weather.
  • I'm also not sleeping well.
  • I fall asleep just fine.
  • But then I wake up at about 4:00 am (which is Too Early). . . and can't seem to get back to sleep.
  • It's because of Busy Brain.
  • My brain just kicks in . . . running a constant stream of things I want to remember and things I need to do.
  • And, unfortunately, things I really have no business thinking about at 4:00 am.
  • Or 4:15 am.
  • Or 4:30 am.
  • Tick. Tock.
  • I wish I had a remote control for my brain. . . and could just shut it down sometimes.
  • It's a busy week.  Lots of appointments and meetings and deadlines.
  • And I'm still cleaning up and sorting through and recovering from . . . The Aftermath. . . of last week's festivities.
  • And planning ahead for the onslaught of holiday madness that is December.
  • Which begins tomorrow.
  • I think I'll sleep better once I get my Master Holiday To-Do List assembled. 
  • (That's in the hopper for today.)
  • Jenny had her annual vet check-up and shots yesterday.  She is doing well.  Our vet says she is at the perfect weight and fitness level.  I got gold stars!
  • I need to start brushing her teeth, though.
  • I purchased poultry-flavored dog toothpaste.
  • Our vet's name is Dr. Barkow.  How perfect is that for a vet?
  • While I was at the vet, I ran into my across-the-front-street (it's always a bit confusing when you live on a corner) neighbor, Amy.  She has two beautiful -- and active -- standard poodles.
  • Jenny loves to look out the front window and bark at the poodles.
  • She gets Very Excited when the dogs are out and we walk past their house.
  • To be fair, the poodles get Very Excited, too.
  • You can tell they all want to be friends.
  • So Amy and I have set up a "playdate" so the dogs can romp together in Amy's big, open yard.
  • I just set up a "playdate."
  • For my dog!
  • (Jenny is so excited.)