Back to almost normal

This is a decorated box for our grandson.










I went to a grocery store today. This store always has a nice collection of knitting and crocheting magazines. Well, this time they did so, but unfortunately I already had all of them. I felt let down.
I started checking the book section, and bought Sue Grafton's "T is for Trespass". I have read only a few chapters and am somewhat confused. I have to get back to read more carefully about who is who. I hate that in the books, when it's not a clear flowing theme, but all mixed up with different characters that are not cleared from the beginning, but instead jumped to here and there.

Well, I am finally starting to get the idea of these people in this book (maybe I just have not read enough books that were written in the style for modern people) (I haven't read any books for years).

I am going to use every willpower molecule in my attention span challenged mind to finish reading this book. I want to be able to tell my friend Janet that I have read a book.

Janet is a reader, and I am often wondering what happened to me. I was the busiest reader in our local library when I was young(er). Now you might see me with knitting or crocheting books, but that's about the size of my reading.

Christmas? It came and went. I ate too much on Christmas Eve. It was just hubby and I, but I still managed to make a many course meal. Nothing tasted excellent, though, but I ate anyway.

Christmas Day evening we went to my son's in-laws for dinner and gift exchanges. The little kids were tired and the adults were chatting and waiting for the food.
I had made a box for GS with Thomas the Tank stickers on it, but the kid didn't really care for it.
Oh, well, that is the Christmas Joy for you!

Today, Boxing Day, I have gone to the grocery store to buy coffee and look for magazines, like I said before. When I came home I had a cup of java, and then tried to work on Special Olympics Scarf. I had knitted about 11 inches, and then measured it. WOW, it was way too wide. My stich choice has this tendency to become stretchy and loose. I am now at a point of designing
another type of scarf, maybe crocheting.

So the Christmas is gone and I can sit down and eat my green pea soup, and be happy.
Simple things make me happy. Although, sometimes a big pile of yummy yarn would make
me happier than one single ball of yarn. Oh, that all depends.

If I need one ball of yarn for something, it would certainly make me happier than a pile of yarn that is meant for something, but not needed at that time.