Soup To Nuts

I had a brilliant opening sentence, but it's gone now, lost to posterity.

The good news is, one of my neighbors had a baby this morning and she had him AT HOME. I mention this because, 20 and 17 years ago, I also birthed babies here at home, a practice which I'm pretty sure was looked at askance by the neighbors but everyone was polite and didn't say anything. 2 decades is a long time to wait, people, but FINALLY someone else has had a baby right here at home in our neighborhood and I'm no longer the only weird one.

Thank you, lovely neighbor. I shall knit your wee one a tiny winter hat, in gratitude.

Yesterday I drove a woman home from cataract surgery and it turns out her father is 102 years old. He actually ran a CCC program in New York State in the 1930s, which means he's living history (just like that former British WAAF I ran into, earlier this year, when I was waiting for one of my clients at the dentist). Sometimes my job is sort of cool, you know?

Looks a lot more appetizing warmed up, honest

Also yesterday, I threw caution to the winds and tried out a new soup recipe, Slow Cooker Chicken Enchilada Soup. You see, I recently had a vision of developing a whole repertoire of soup recipes so I could whip up one or two a week, and the whole family would gather round the soup pot during the cold winter evenings and eat out of our bowls of warm steaming soup, as we chatted and reveled in the camaraderie of the family hearth. There was homemade bread involved in this vision, too, if I remember correctly. Large hunks of bread, torn off a communal loaf and dunked into our warm steaming soup...

Unfortunately, Brian was working and the two girls are steadfast in their vegetarian ideals, and I was going out to Knit Night, so Larry was the only one eating from the family soup pot yesterday evening, after he picked up Susie from CCD and before he had to rush out and take Rachel to dance class. So I guess we have to work on the camaraderie part of that plan.

And I do admit, that was a heck of a lot to expect from a crock pot full of soup, anyway. I KNOW. But hope never dies, people. Hope never dies.


In other news, I finished another hat. (Remember? It's a hat Christmas.) I can't decide whether or not it needs a pompom, though. I also can't decide whether pom pom is one word or two or maybe hyphenated? Feel free to weigh in on either issue, thanks. Here's the hat:

Pom Pom? Yay or Nay?

Okay, back to the yarn pile for me. It's December, and there is no rest for the knitters. NONE.