Christmas was wonderful – a day of family and friends, good food, laughter and the delightful chaos that excited little ones bring. I spent the day at my parents’ house. The whole family was together for Christmas morning, then my parents, niece, brother and I were together for dinner. Santa was especially good to me, bringing me a new down comforter and a few other goodies. The handknits were well received – by the adults. My knitting simply can’t compete with princess costumes, construction sets and piles of Playdoh, at least in the eyes of my niece and nephew
My sister in law loved her hat and mitts. The scarf, on the other hand, remains were I left it – to be finished and given later on, with Kelly none the wiser. That moment of giving up on it was probably the best gift I could have given myself – stressing myself out about finishing a gift was ridiculous. Rather than worrying about finishing up Christmas knitting, I spent Christmas Eve doing what I love to do – making babka. I can think of no better way to spend that night than just as I did, carrying on my favorite family tradition. I even snuck in a bit of knitting, in between batches of bread. All in all, a perfect holiday.
The day after Christmas, I headed up to Northampton first thing in the morning for Webs after-Christmas sale. Yeah, yeah, yeah (Paula), I know I don’t need more yarn. But its tradition – I’ve gone every year since I moved back. You don’t mess with tradition. Far be it from me to leave Webs empty handed:
I came home with a sweater’s worth of Malabrigo Worsted in Violetas, to make Wisteria – a little Christmas present to myself. A couple of other random skeins of Malabrigo may have jumped into my shopping cart – other than that, I behaved. It was another lovely day.
The weekend wrapped up with one more big event – a surprise party for my mother’s 60th birthday. It was a great party, with family and friends that we don’t see enough and more happy time with the wee ones – no better way to end the holiday weekend.
And on Monday, it seems Santa made a return visit. I asked him for 2 things: signed divorced papers and an offer on my house. Santa brought one of the two – I finally have a viable offer on the house (actually, my grrls know there was a 3rd thing – totally inappropriate for the blog – but for their information, he didn’t bring that either). After almost 6 months and one offer that fell through on the buyer’s end, my neighbor is buying the house. I’m thrilled and relieved, finally ready to have this chapter of my life over. It could be a while before closing – at the moment, we’re looking at sometime between March and June. I’ll know more in the next month or two, at which point I can start to look for an apartment, at last. As for the other request from Santa, I am indeed still f*****g married. My attorney is working on getting the king of passive-aggressive to sign the papers already. Still holding out hope that I’ll be divorced in a matter of days – that would make the holidays truly perfect.
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