So close

I'm so close to the end of the shawl, but it still feels so far away. I suppose for any large project you get to the point where you wonder just when it will end. I'm not sure I've done anything quite of this magnitude. A pair of socks do have a lot of stitches, but I've gotten to the point where I can see progress on a sock. Yes, this does conflict with a post I made sometime last year about how I could work all evening on a sock and not see anything. Part of that depends on thickness of the yarn, how many stitches, etc, but all this is beside the point. The point being that the end of the shawl is in sight. I should be doing a major happy dance by this weekend.

Next week is a biggie for us. We will be celebrating our 20th anniversary. It hasn't always been wedded bliss. Sometimes it's been far from bliss. What we have learned over the years is to keep talking. We communicate, even when we don't want to sometimes, and that has worked really well. What will we be doing to celebrate? I'm not sure. Keith wants to go out of town, but I've been putting the kibosh (sp) on it. I've had serious reservations about leaving Scooter for any length of time. For right now, no romantic trips. Who am I kidding? Those of you who know us know that we're not really a romantic couple. Champagne and strawberries don't impress me much. A hot tub or hot springs on a cold, crystal clear night with maybe some whisky in hand and woodsmoke drifting from the fire, now that's more like it. Even better if there's snow on the ground. I wouldn't mind a few nights in a mountain cabin, but truthfully, we know Scooter's time is short, and he's a really great cat.

As for anniversary presents, we haven't been much of a present couple either. I have gotten him a little something, that I won't mention here in case he reads my blog. Now, if I had won the lottery last night I would have sent him off to Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp. Remember when Marge sent Homer to one? Yeah, it'd be great to send Keith to one. He'd probably ask Mick Jagger to yell Simpson just like on the show.

Anyway, it's been a great nearly 26 years since we met. Next week we'll probably go celebrate with some sushi. Or maybe Mexican. It's our anniversary, and I'm not dressing up!