I normally never get anything good in the mail. In fact, it’s a running joke around here that I only check the mail when the mailbox door won’t shut anymore. It’s not entirely true, but I certainly am more diligent about my e-mails. This time of year is the best time of year for snail mail, though. Christmas cards with the familiar, but matured faces of old students (their eyes always look the same) along with some of the gifts I ordered online are much more exciting to spread out on the kitchen table than bills from our health care provider and excessive attempts by different bank branches to get us to apply for their latest, greatest, most shiniest color of credit card.
Last week I went surfing during the first winter swell. The surf was predicted to rise from three to four feet at dawn to six to eight feet by the dusk, so I got out quick and caught a few while the fisherman were still rounding up their morning catches and the tide was on the rise. It was my first winter surf with Sprout. Sometimes when I get a good wave, and I’m all by myself out of earshot of anyone, I’ll say something like “yeah, Sprout!” after I kick out; like the ride was good because we caught it together; like someday I’ll say that to Sprout when he or she catches his or her own wave and rides it to the sand, and it’ll be familiar.
Since we found out about Sprout, I’ve been extra motivated to hone my crafting skills. Maybe this is nesting. I made a wreath last week with my neighbor. We’re planning to do a monthly craft project from now on. I also used the sewing machine I got from Scott’s parents last Christmas for the first time. Scott’s mom came all the way down from Ventura to show me how to use it. We are working on Mr. Basil Fox. He has the tiniest jacket. It’s hard to imagine that the baby we are making this for will be almost as small.
After Scott’s mom left, he helped me sew the miniature jeans (complete with useable pockets!). I said, “Oh my gosh! Did I just sew my finger?” after pressing the peddle to complete one of the pant legs. He said, “You should know!”
I’ve been working on a few knitting projects, too. I used the whole movie Ted to learn the seed stitch. I had intended to knit myself a scarf with this stitch for the holiday season, but at this rate it will be ready closer to Lincoln’s birthday.
And lastly, I baked oatmeal cookies for our neighbor. I had two before I sent them off, though, and Scott had one. I think I used one of the first recipes I found on Pinterest. I accidentally added corn starch I thought was baking soda to it and they still turned out to be the best cookies I’ve ever made. I added an extra pinch of salt, too.