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No news yet on the airbnb xmas fiasco or from the plumber. (We aren't concerned about the latter and I don't suppose anybody really expected movement that quickly from airbnb. Or ultimately any satisfaction, although the owner of the property that had already been sold did say he would personally send their money back if the site didn't respond.)
I finished knitting my brioche sweater and it is lovely and soft, but the sunlight has been very gray every day since, and the color is such a pale pink (it's Drops "desert rose") that it looks sort of sickly beige in photos. I also finally made the second sock out of the leftover yarn from the hat I made for Daddy. It turned out, however, that there wasn't enough yarn leftover for a whole pair and I had to order a second skein. So I've now started making another pair of socks using the leftovers from the leftover socks, striped together with some solid colored Arwetta to eke it out. Hopefully I will manage to not have leftovers this time.
I bought some books for me and Wax for Christmas - this is what always happens, I mean, that I just order a present for each of us, because she doesn't care at all about opening presents and she is too literal-minded to take up a present-shopping quest. I can inform her what I want her to buy me, but I have to remind her so many times and give such explicit instructions that it is much easier to buy it myself, and I do not object to buying my own presents on sentimental grounds, and indeed, holidays and anniversaries don't really hold any sentimental value for me either (I just like to buy myself presents specifically around the solstice because I inevitably would like a little treat around then). I think in general if I were really emotionally invested she would put more effort into it, but on the other hand, could someone with that sort of sentimentality have even ended up in a relationship with Wax in the first place? I was in recent years buying us matching pajamas for the holidays, but this year we finally don't need any more nightshirts or nice flannel pajama trousers. (And I'm going to have to find a new pajama source next time anyway, because I require doubled bottom hems with piping, pockets, and drawstrings on all pajama trousers and my previous brand has taken out the pockets. I will make them myself if necessary when our current pairs wear out.)
What was I saying? Anyway, I bought the second volume of Tove Jansson's Moomin comic strips for Wax, which was a sneaky move because I really wanted to read it as well. Both of us have to reread the first volume before we can read it though. I bought a big full-color book about knitting ganseys for myself, and I've already flipped through it all. It was lovely, but the graphic designer or whatever needs to be laid off because it was all typeset in an overly thin gray sans serif on gray, beige, and pale blue backgrounds for most of the pages, which is like... I can read this, but it's also annoying as hell. (The Gansey Knitting Sourcebook by Di Gilpin and Sheila Greenwell.)
Our bunnies are having a wild hair now that they're about 90 in bunny years (expected life span 10 years; current age 9 years), and we've started calling them the geriatric bunny mafia. A few weeks before Christmas Inspector Japp amused us by discovering that he could sleep on top of our padded foot cubes for the first time, and then using this vantage to steal an entire box of Finnish jelly balls. (There were two left in the box and the others were scattered around under the furniture with dust and bunny fur on them, while little bites had been taken from several and two had been half eaten.) He then moved on to eating the round placemat made of woven seagrass from the little table where Wax keeps her tea, and he kept nibbling on this while it was still on the table until it was completely ruined and I gave up and gave it to him. He also started sitting on our armchairs and stole the cards from two Christmas presents the week before Christmas, nibbling on the corner of one of them. Then last weekend he knocked a box of Belgian chocolate truffles off a different side table, which led his brother to eat half of one of them (fortunately Rowan showed no ill effects). A couple of days later he stole a box of pretzel sticks from a different side table, scattering them all over the sofa! Yesterday I couldn't find him when I went in there to check and then found him out in the hallway, where there are no rugs to sit on, lying in front of the cat litter box (???) and napping, and today he spent most of the day napping on the sofa. (He is still eating his food as normal, so at least he isn't in significant pain, even if he is potentially senile... .)
I finished knitting my brioche sweater and it is lovely and soft, but the sunlight has been very gray every day since, and the color is such a pale pink (it's Drops "desert rose") that it looks sort of sickly beige in photos. I also finally made the second sock out of the leftover yarn from the hat I made for Daddy. It turned out, however, that there wasn't enough yarn leftover for a whole pair and I had to order a second skein. So I've now started making another pair of socks using the leftovers from the leftover socks, striped together with some solid colored Arwetta to eke it out. Hopefully I will manage to not have leftovers this time.
I bought some books for me and Wax for Christmas - this is what always happens, I mean, that I just order a present for each of us, because she doesn't care at all about opening presents and she is too literal-minded to take up a present-shopping quest. I can inform her what I want her to buy me, but I have to remind her so many times and give such explicit instructions that it is much easier to buy it myself, and I do not object to buying my own presents on sentimental grounds, and indeed, holidays and anniversaries don't really hold any sentimental value for me either (I just like to buy myself presents specifically around the solstice because I inevitably would like a little treat around then). I think in general if I were really emotionally invested she would put more effort into it, but on the other hand, could someone with that sort of sentimentality have even ended up in a relationship with Wax in the first place? I was in recent years buying us matching pajamas for the holidays, but this year we finally don't need any more nightshirts or nice flannel pajama trousers. (And I'm going to have to find a new pajama source next time anyway, because I require doubled bottom hems with piping, pockets, and drawstrings on all pajama trousers and my previous brand has taken out the pockets. I will make them myself if necessary when our current pairs wear out.)
What was I saying? Anyway, I bought the second volume of Tove Jansson's Moomin comic strips for Wax, which was a sneaky move because I really wanted to read it as well. Both of us have to reread the first volume before we can read it though. I bought a big full-color book about knitting ganseys for myself, and I've already flipped through it all. It was lovely, but the graphic designer or whatever needs to be laid off because it was all typeset in an overly thin gray sans serif on gray, beige, and pale blue backgrounds for most of the pages, which is like... I can read this, but it's also annoying as hell. (The Gansey Knitting Sourcebook by Di Gilpin and Sheila Greenwell.)
Our bunnies are having a wild hair now that they're about 90 in bunny years (expected life span 10 years; current age 9 years), and we've started calling them the geriatric bunny mafia. A few weeks before Christmas Inspector Japp amused us by discovering that he could sleep on top of our padded foot cubes for the first time, and then using this vantage to steal an entire box of Finnish jelly balls. (There were two left in the box and the others were scattered around under the furniture with dust and bunny fur on them, while little bites had been taken from several and two had been half eaten.) He then moved on to eating the round placemat made of woven seagrass from the little table where Wax keeps her tea, and he kept nibbling on this while it was still on the table until it was completely ruined and I gave up and gave it to him. He also started sitting on our armchairs and stole the cards from two Christmas presents the week before Christmas, nibbling on the corner of one of them. Then last weekend he knocked a box of Belgian chocolate truffles off a different side table, which led his brother to eat half of one of them (fortunately Rowan showed no ill effects). A couple of days later he stole a box of pretzel sticks from a different side table, scattering them all over the sofa! Yesterday I couldn't find him when I went in there to check and then found him out in the hallway, where there are no rugs to sit on, lying in front of the cat litter box (???) and napping, and today he spent most of the day napping on the sofa. (He is still eating his food as normal, so at least he isn't in significant pain, even if he is potentially senile... .)
