My domestic obligations seem to be ganging up on me.
Laundry grumbles in the basket, dishes whisper scandalous things to each other about my lack of appreciation for germ warfare, never mind that my dishwasher had an electronic malfunction and is awaiting new parts, the new vacuum cleaner is sulking in the corner because even though in all its brand spanking newness, it has only been taken out for two spins so far, and don't even get me started with what is going on in the garden. I heard the tomatoes whispering to the crookneck squash that if I don't take down the spent corn stalks soon, they were going to take matters into their own vines and send over an army of tomato worms to clear out the debris.
Me?
I'm making lists of things to do and puttering here and there, getting some things finished, but what I really want to do is sit down and finish the socks. Oh I have plans for the next pair already. I bought yarn yesterday that matches my new shoes.
Though it has a bit more contrast than I would wish for, I'm still going to give them a try.
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The very worst thing that could happen is I continue to keep my sanity by knitting something.... anything at all. Knit. Knit. Knit. This calms my nerves enough so I resist the temptation to go to Washington DC and set a few elected officials straight about who they work for.
Seems to me the whole lot of them have gone renegade on us.
Sigh.
So I'm trying to content myself with keeping my OWN house in order, using ethical practices and upright motives. And I will be doing so without making someone else pay for it.
Okay, I must go. Duty calls.
(Duty? It's only the bathroom sinks and a mirror. How hard can that be to take care of?)
Obviously you haven't read THE LIST.
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Let's make cookies.
Cookies are fun.
I don't want to work.
I want to eat cookies.
Sometimes I feel like the only grown-up in a hundred mile radius.
(Sorry to burst your ego bubble, but you are the only dillweed in a hundred mile radius.)
I have no response to that.
(Damn straight.)
Laundry grumbles in the basket, dishes whisper scandalous things to each other about my lack of appreciation for germ warfare, never mind that my dishwasher had an electronic malfunction and is awaiting new parts, the new vacuum cleaner is sulking in the corner because even though in all its brand spanking newness, it has only been taken out for two spins so far, and don't even get me started with what is going on in the garden. I heard the tomatoes whispering to the crookneck squash that if I don't take down the spent corn stalks soon, they were going to take matters into their own vines and send over an army of tomato worms to clear out the debris.
Me?
I'm making lists of things to do and puttering here and there, getting some things finished, but what I really want to do is sit down and finish the socks. Oh I have plans for the next pair already. I bought yarn yesterday that matches my new shoes.
Though it has a bit more contrast than I would wish for, I'm still going to give them a try.
[album 65561 Plum Sock.JPG]
The very worst thing that could happen is I continue to keep my sanity by knitting something.... anything at all. Knit. Knit. Knit. This calms my nerves enough so I resist the temptation to go to Washington DC and set a few elected officials straight about who they work for.
Seems to me the whole lot of them have gone renegade on us.
Sigh.
So I'm trying to content myself with keeping my OWN house in order, using ethical practices and upright motives. And I will be doing so without making someone else pay for it.
Okay, I must go. Duty calls.
(Duty? It's only the bathroom sinks and a mirror. How hard can that be to take care of?)
Obviously you haven't read THE LIST.
[album 65561 Little Miss Sunshine.JPG]
Let's make cookies.
Cookies are fun.
I don't want to work.
I want to eat cookies.
Sometimes I feel like the only grown-up in a hundred mile radius.
(Sorry to burst your ego bubble, but you are the only dillweed in a hundred mile radius.)
I have no response to that.
(Damn straight.)