I'm having a lovely quiet day - both offspring are working. I did Christmas Eve festivities with Boy yesterday, and the dear child gave his mother a big bad food processor, because his mother wanted one. I had a little bitty mini processor, which made it useless for anything but chopping an onion, and it was, uh, I'm trying to think - about 12 years old? Just guessing. Maybe 15. It's so true that time picks up speed as you get older, I can't remember when I bought the damn thing but I know it predates this house and I've been here almost 10 years. So now I'm the proud owner of a badass 14 cup monster that could double as a woodchipper, so don't piss me off. It is so big and so bad, it has huge suction cup feet so it doesn't actually leap off the counter while dispatching entire potatoes in a second. Oh, crispy baked sweet potato fries are so on the menu. (Girlchild will demand them as soon as she reads this.) But today it was test-driven for onions and celery for the white bean soup I didn't make yesterday. The bread is great, nice flavor and rich texture, but oddly pale. If I'd let it get to a nicer golden color it would have had the crust of a dog biscuit. It's nicely chewy and crusty now, but kinda pale.
Boy was very happy with his XM Radio gift set, and I managed to resist hie-ing my flabby ass to Costco to get one for myself yesterday, but I'll get it eventually. Let's see if I'm driving to MD for MDS&W, it'd be a fine road trip addition. I will not buy it until I'm taking a road trip of more than two hours.
On that note, I finally (please, cross fingers and eyes, wish good karma, pray, whatever) think that maybe I have my almost 80 years old and in poor health parents ready to give up the single family house two hours away in no traffic. I found a really nice independent living place near me, and I'm going to send them the brochures, but I won't even waste my time going to see it until they say it sounds worth checking out. This place is in a gorgeous area near everything convenient, 20 minutes from me, but has housekeeping, medical care on site, all the things they really do need, because every phone call is a litany of health crises and they aren't getting the care they really need by their primary in BFE. Hell, I'd move in this place, it sounds great. It is SO not a "nursing home." But I've been down this road so many times it has VERY deep ruts. I can't do anything for them where they are, and though they've talked about moving closer to me for many years, they wouldn't do it and now now they are in failing health and IF they do decide to move their health is so dicey it'll require all of my free time for the next few months to make it happen. I'm an only child, I can't call on the aid of siblings. (And yes, I know a lot of siblings are worse than useless. Apparently every family with more than 2 kids is issued One Major Shitheel to keep the balance of the universe.)
I wound the Koigu KPPPM, which meant bringing out the swift. Dudley is afraid of the swift. Yes, the list of things Dudley fears just keeps growing. Though by the, uh, sixth skein, he was relaxed enough to sleep on the couch next to me within potential attack distance of the swift from hell. He slept next to an actual fire last night, so he does get over his initial fears, but his initial fears are so damn funny.
I don't know what I'll do with the Koigu. I hate to cast on yet another feather and fan thing, but damn, it'd be such a nice scarf. I've gone through the BGW stitch treasuries and while there are hundreds of stitches, nothing quite says light little scarf to me like F&F. Though IF I do it, I'll use Wendy's f&f variation, because knitting all rows between the "busy row" will make a more reversible fabric. And not because it makes an idiot's lace pattern even more idiot-proof. But it does.
Happy End of 2005 to All. This coming week is time for wrapping up, planning, and moving on. A toast to all who are taking a leap of faith.