December

December.  What can I say about it?  I have been so busy with the business and my Dad.  I have been sad because I miss my Mom and Christmas was definitely her thing.  But it is almost January.

But the first visit to my Dad's had a walk in the rain which was lovely.

It was to Bridal Veil Falls in the Cascades.  It was not a hard hike but I was not ready at all for the stairs.  Why are there so many stairs on trails?  I feel like I need to walk more hills and find an office building that will give me access to their stairs so I can walk up them everyday.  But there are no office buildings near.

I still have all the Christmas baking and boxes to make except for my Dad.  When I was there, I baked him cookies.  He stashed them in his room so he still has some.  I went back for Christmas.

I will probably spend this week baking cookies.  I have a chefs roll to make for stock.  There are axes to grind on and a farmer's market to work.  I received Christmas/birthday money so I am thinking black fabric and the corresponding dress to make in my head.  I know there is red yarn in the mail.  I have a sweater that is half finished and another dress in my head.  There are conversations on how to expand the shop.  Handcrafted folders are wished to be made.

I was looking at this last ramble and this is really about how my week runs.  There is always too much to fit and what gets done gets done.  I made a dress last week as doing something relaxing for myself.  And I totally get that stress most people so I have to laugh at myself.

Life just keeps going.  I would like a room for myself.  Maybe something I can build.  Something tiny and just a place to sit and have tea.  I would build a small mud rocket stove for tea.  A chair for stitching, crochet, spinning, and reading.  A room of my own.  Less than 70 square feet does not need to be permitted.  The odd little bits I have in my head.