Welcome to the Nuthouse


The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. ...Every warrior's boot used in battle and every garment rolled in blood will be destined for burning, will be fuel for the fire. For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:2 - 6

So the reason I have been to cwappy about updating this is not that I've been in Chicago, but because I was going to put an advent-flavored verse from the Bible on every entry, and then I turned out to be too lazy to look one up. Oh well. Note again that the above verse is from thousands of years before the birth of Christ. If you read the whole book of Isaiah, it makes even more sense.


This image was made by my friend Tom, to go on a t-shirt as a Christmas gift. It's based on his own doodling. I want to print it and hang it up, and tape it into Christmas cards. I like it, especially now that I've spent 3 days in the nuthouse with my family...like, work the love that you've been given; push your luck, see what it can produce.


I've been home since Sunday and, despite a long, hard schedule of sitting on my ass, I still am not even close to done with Christmas knitting:

Notice that there is one sock there, and not two, and I've only just turned the heel. Eek!

The Manos Scarf is almost done but still needs to be blocked, so i best get it done by tonight. Guess I shouldn'tve waited till 1 week before Christmas to start knitting gifts, eh.

But whatever. My parents are pretty distracted now that the Construction Crew has moved in:



That's my beautiful nephew, blond as I used to be, with his mami's eyes and my brother's goofy smile. He was just a lil' hot dog when I last saw him, last Christmas. Now he's walking and laughing and bent on destruction. My parents have gone completely off the deep end -- the kid is pretty much quiet, but it's my mom's cooing and giggling that wakes the neighborhood. Welcome to Casa del Neef, buddy! Let the games begin.

Posted: Wed - December 22, 2004 at 09:56 AM        

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