Twelve Drummers Drumming, Eleven Pipers Piping,
Ten Lords A-Leaping
The holidays are progressing exactly as they should. Saturday evening marked the season with a holiday party hosted by the orthopedic department. They all think they are the lords of the operating rooms, and strode about in resplendent dress. They really know how to throw a party. The open bar served a drink made of champagne, a splash of Triple Sec, and a splash of cranberry juice, called a poinsettia. It was GOOD.
Eight Maids A-Milking, Seven Swans A-Swimming, Six Geese A-Laying,
Five G O L D E N Rings!
The rings, they are not gold. They are my maiden voyage into Latvian braids on the Chevron Love Mitten. Tangled blue and grey, the ring around the wrist is an accomplishment in patience. Purl, new yarn over old, purl, new yarn over old. Sixty stitches, unravel sixty twists in the yarn leading to the balls.
Four Calling Birds, Three French Hens,
Two Turtle Doves
Two snowbirds, one with camera, one caught on camera, pretending to cross-country ski in a suburban backyard. We cruised up and down the cul-de-sac when the snow had just covered the tracks of the plows. Two neighbors waved hello, one from his shovel and one from his doorway. I am sure we have a Reputation in the neighborhood.
And a Partridge in a Pear Tree
Not all snowbirds were happy with the weather. The juncos come out and feast no matter what, but the teeth of the storm makes them fluff and puff. Big fat airballs land near the feeder and wait their turns. The cardinal is more reticent, not showing his face until the winds slowed.
Oh, I envy you the snow. And the junco looks so forlorn! Enjoy your holidays my friend.
Posted by: bev | Tuesday, December 22, 2009 at 10:27 PM
Have a wonderful holiday, Laurie!
Posted by: --Deb | Tuesday, December 22, 2009 at 10:39 PM
I love the flow of this post! Mr. E looks so happy "pretending". :-)
Happy Holidays my friend!
Posted by: Manise | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 12:24 AM
Doesn't the yarn untwist itself on the next round of your golden rings? So far I have not fallen in our snow but the dog has been over twice. So much for four paw drive.
Posted by: Caroline M | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 04:54 AM
We have a reputation in our neighborhood, too, and I'm damn proud of it!
Posted by: Carole | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 07:16 AM
If you run short of snow, I'd happily send you some of mine... (At least our temps are back in the above-zero range. I can bear the snow as long as it's not bitterly cold.)
Happy Crimbo, Merry Holidays!
Posted by: gayle | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 07:25 AM
That drink sounds awfully good. Leave it to the orthopods to have something swank like that. :)
You know if you cram a couple of dpns into the yarn skeins to hold the working yarn in the center, you can just let them dangle and untangle?
Posted by: Anne | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 08:11 AM
Must make a poinsettia to celebrate.
Latvian braid is one of the techniques that takes some practice, but in the end it's worth learning.
We should be skiing around our condo circle. Not sure we'd see many people who would wave, however. Happiest of Holidays to you and Mr. E!!
Posted by: margene | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 10:22 AM
The drink sounds great. Yum! I love how you composed this post. Inspired.
Posted by: Hillary | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 11:25 AM
Are you those crazy people who ski down the street when all sensible people are home in front of the fire? We do that too! It's such fun!
A Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Posted by: technikat | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 11:45 AM
Charming! We used to ski in the alley behind our flat in Chicago, DD on her miniature pink plastic skis.
Posted by: Sylvia | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 12:36 PM
According to #1 son, all specialists parade around and consider themselves to be the universe's gift to humankind. Not that he is cynical or anything.
Enjoy your snow!
Posted by: kmkat | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 12:38 PM
Oh, how fun! You suburban outlaws!!!
Posted by: Kathy | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 12:39 PM
Mmmmm, that poinsettia drink sounds marvy! Yes, you rebels, you. Everyone is muttering, "Oh, good gawwwwwd, there go the anesthesiologists on their SKIS again!"
Posted by: Norma | Wednesday, December 23, 2009 at 03:36 PM
I'm sure you do have a Reputation, but I lay odds it's a good one - or at least I'd regard it as desirable.
I wish you a lovely holiday and a New Year full of joyous seconds.
Posted by: sarah | Thursday, December 24, 2009 at 06:14 AM
Yep, I can see the folks in your neighborhood all putting it in writing: Any anesthesiologist but those!
Enjoy your Reputation - those without are jealous.
I think perhaps tomorrow I will be buying some champagne. That poinsettia sounds good.
Posted by: Chris | Friday, December 25, 2009 at 05:38 PM
I, too, am totally jealous of your snow. We have the cold (21 degrees) with clear skies and bare roads, and a bite in the air that demands one wrap up in a scarf.
Posted by: Teyani | Monday, December 28, 2009 at 11:32 AM