Christmas

DH and I don’t make a big huge deal out of Stuff as pos­si­ble for Christ­mas, since we pretty much have every­thing we want/need any­way, and if we don’t we get it for our­selves if we really want it. My fam­ily has got­ten so darn big (par­ents, five kids plus spouses, eleven grand­kids) that the sib­lings decided no presents for each other or for nieces/nephews. I do still bake a pound cake loaf for every fam­ily, though!

Still, there’s a few Christ­mas presents hang­ing around.

DH wanted nunchucks, now that he’s a black belt. So I got him nunchucks, plus a cou­ple of small tool kits (ratch­et­ing screwdriver/bits and socket driver/sockets) and some new t-shirts. He sur­prised me with the pair of boots I had been drool­ing over for a year in the National Geo­graphic cat­a­log but wouldn’t buy for myself because they cost way too much (mine are black, though):

My son got me a copy of Mas­ters: Glass Beads, full of eye candy to drool over. He’d “wrapped” our presents each in a bag from Patag­o­nia, which will be just as val­ued? as the presents them­selves (DH promptly stored his nunchucks in his). Then my par­ents gave me a clamp-on mag­ni­fy­ing lamp, which I hadn’t real­ized I wanted/NEEDED until the Cyn­thia Rut­ledge class a cou­ple of weeks ago, when it was clear that my eyes aren’t able to see seed beads as well as I’d like! So I’m quite happy.