Coming soon…to a blog near you!

OK, I’ll admit that my last few posts have been a bit on the skimpy side.  But I’ve got a really good excuse.  Honest.  Well, okay, maybe not good…but an excuse! Have I used “too busy” yet?

Here is what I PLAN to write about soon…ish.  “How I Spent my Christmas”, complete with photos courtesy of my new digital camera that I’m using all my spare time to figure out (wait…is that another excuse??).  I really do want to tell you (and show you!)  about the beautiful 7 foot noble fir tree that we got for nothing (proof that procrastination isn’t ALWAYS a bad thing) and the totally tasty “timbale” that we made Christmas day.  And, I finally want to deliver my promise to write about my crafting projects (which I couldn’t really do before Christmas because they were gifts…but now they’re safely in the recipients hands so I can talk about them).  So stay tuned…

(Just don’t hold your breath, because I’m in tech week for La Cage aux Folles here so it may be Twelfth Night before I get around to a substantial post…)

Last minute shopping

I am about to enter one of my nightmares.  It is three days before Christmas and I am heading out to go holiday shopping for my mom….and I have absolutely NO idea what to get her.  I admire my mom a lot: I think she is one of the most courageous and adventurous women I know (two traits I did not inherit…except in regards to recipes; I’ll try cooking anything once).  But she is not a typical woman or mom.  I so envy children who can walk into Bath and Body Works and find The Perfect Gift.  My mom eschews all things lotiony and scented or involving cosmetics.  She does not have pierced ears.  She wears minimal jewelry.  She wears utilitarian, wash and wear clothes(lightweight pants, knit shirts, white socks) that can be stuffed into her backpack for her next adventure.  She packs incredibly light for these adventures; when she went to Antarctica, she ignored the recommendations for bulky long underwear and wore a wetsuit under her clothes.  She likes to read, but her partner is a retired English professor.  They’re forever trying to get me to take books OUT of their house.

So, out into the holiday harassed world I trudge to become one of the multitude searching for an elusive ideal.  I’d settle for something she’d like.