Boxing Day

Mother and The Saint came for a slightly belated Christmas celebration today.  It was a nice visit, although too short for The Saint and me--we were having fun relating tales of Christmas Past. However, Mother now gets a little antsy if she is away from her apartment at the retirement center (someone might do something that she doesn't know about if she's not there to observe) so they left earlier than we had hoped.

So our Christmas festivities have officially come to an end.

However, I gave myself a gift yesterday and today. I sat myself down and stitched. For several hours. And it felt good.

I'm back to Merry Cox's workbox and plan to finish the stitching on it before I move on to anything else.

I was going to start a bunch of new projects with the Winter Solstice, but I couldn't find a couple of things I wanted to work on in the mess that is my stash room. This is a situation that will be rectified in the new year. I need to inventory my stuff, and organize it, and decide what I'd like to keep and what needs to go to other homes.  Then I looked around at the things from the Autumn basket and I want to continue working on some of them.

So, I've decided to continue with last year's plan:  work on what I want to work on, when I want to work on it. 

That seems doable.