It's Over!

The christmas shopping season is over! Finally! It's not that it was horrible it's that it never seems to end. Sale after sale, cranky customers, messy people - really would it kill you to put it back where you found it.

Now maybe I can claim my house back. I'm seriously considering using my christmas money to go to the laundry mat and catch up. There's probably somewhere around a dozen loads. My dad made a comment about having to much clothing, what he doesn't realise is that isn't really the case. I just haven't gotten any of the summer clothes washed and packed, they're still laying in piles everywhere.

But I want yarn too. Decisions, decisions.

So I think my favorite present wasn't really a present for me. My mom got a new flat monitor for her computer so I got the hand me down. It's brighter and so much bigger than mine. Yay!

For christmas I got an accessory pack for my gameboy, a stuffed penguin, a heart christmas ornament, earrings, $25, Tracy Ulman's knitting book Knit Together, a full set of bamboo knitting needles, two Diana Krall CDs and the Knitting Pattern-A-Day 2007 calendar.

The kids got quite a bit but the MIL finally slowed down, she didn't buy nearly as much as she usually does. Everything should actually fit this year.

Well I better go get a load in the washer now that the dishwasher has finished.

In Memory

For Duty Calls
(In Memory of Count Sarnac Kir)
Catherine of Eoforwic (c) 2006

The trumpets sound, throughout the halls,
He does not come, for Duty calls.
Seek now him not, for he's not found,
He's gone ahead, for Duty calls.

The pipes, they cry, echo the walls,
He answers not, for Duty calls.
Hail now him not, for this is why:
He heard the Song, for Duty calls.

As strong he stood, then sudden falls,
Although he fights, for Duty calls.
We left him not, we never could,
He travelled on, for Duty calls.

He served as Khan, white mammoth bawls,
His humour served, for Duty calls.
It harmed him not, as crown passed on,
He tread the path, for Duty calls.

T'is not the end, for though voice drawls,
His mem'ry lives, for Duty calls.
Forget him not, forever, friend,
His Game is Ours, for Duty calls.

Farewell to a great man

Count Sarnac passed away yesterday Dec. 4/06

I did not know him well but he is the first King I remember. Until Sarnac took the thrown I did not pay attention to the royalty of Ealdormere, my kingdom. But he filled that crown. I still remember his vigil - dishes. His was the first knighting I witnessed and I will never forget the slap that he took with pride, it echoed, it like the man he was left an imprint.

We need to live every moment. You never know when it could all be over.

Finally

It's finally starting to feel like christmas. There's snow on the ground, people are shopping, carols are on the radio, gifts being ordered & wrapped.

Getting in the christmas mood is hard for me some years, working at the mall kind of kills it. But the mood has finally hit so today I'm going to pull out my control jourmal and check those fly missions.

So yes we have snow, about 3 inches, and of course everyone has forgotten how to drive in it. My truck tends to spin the tires when pulling away from the corner so I take it slow and make sure no one is coming.

Well some arse behind me today was honking his horn at me. Wouldn't you think that if someone lets a car turn before them and waits for the plow to go across that maybe just maybe there's a reason for it.

I'm tempted to put a sign on the back of the truck: "This truck slides & skids. Be patient or at least stick around when I hit the ditch." Do you think that would work?