Sunday, September 28, 2008
Mom was trying to get me to stop playing with Mini J, so that I could catch my bus home.
I, jokingly, told her that if she let me have her car, there wouldn't be any rush.
Well, I drove home. I'm certain a Greyhound bus incident had something to do with her sudden generosity (and there are reasons for her fear that are private and will not be explained here).
The justification was that I needed a car, temporarily, to have a wee bit of a holiday, do some winter stocking of the shelves (meaning, haul home 600 pounds of cat litter) and generally make the transition from summer to fall.
And, it has been really, really nice. I went camping with my girly pals, I scooted out of town to visit some friends that don't get near the attention they deserve. I've got about half the cat litter needed to supply my boys for the next year or so.
Also, not spending three hours on the bus to get to and from my weekly lecture has been really, really nice. Even though I don't like driving in the dark.
However, I have missed walking. Really, really missed it. Today, in fact, I needed bread and a few veggies, and I considered driving the seven blocks to the nearest grocery store, just because I have a car.
Yikes. That's a slide into laziness that is completely unacceptable. I purposefully strode out of the house with headphones in ears and walked.
It was a lovely little walk. When did fall arrive? I hadn't noticed, because I've been sitting in a car.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Helplessly, I watched the whole half hour. Tomorrow, I will wake up and find that I need a cane. I'm sure of it.
All the better to smack young men in the butt, I suppose.
Friday, September 26, 2008
As is normal, the usual suspects were there, and we were all laughing, talking and generally insulting each other. All in good fun.
I got a great deal of work done on a sock, and it was, all in all, a lovely evening.
I have promised myself, repeatedly, that the watering hole does not equal intimate encounters. Whenever I've broken that rule, it's ended badly, usually making me look like a first class bitch. Which may be true, but that doesn't mean I want to be a bitch.
So, I finished my drink and paid my tab, saying something about an early start in the morning (which is completely true). Jesus paid his tab at the same time.... and walked me out... and stared at me as I walked away, not looking back.
Sigh. I could be having a lot of fun right now, with the devil to pay tomorrow. It's mighty inconvenient when my morals sneak up on me.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Later, I take my knitting outside, because it is a beautiful day, and I notice another mistake, near the border, six inches below.
Frog! Dropping stitches near the border is too fiddly. Even for me.
It's OK. If I rip, I just get to knit more.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
It was a treat to have drop-in visitors, and not be completely embarrassed (Thank you, cleaning service. You are worth the money).
It made my day. I was able to show off my new paint job:
I feel like I am in an aquarium. I love it.
Bonus: they have a friend who enjoys renovations and needs a few extra bucks. I may have found a flooring person who will be willing to work with me. Maybe. I hope.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
What happened was that a fellow came over to look at my floor and give me an estimate to have it re-done (laminate, plywood, linoleum, I don't care except it won't be carpet). He scrunched up his nose, told me it would be a nasty job and that he thought he didn't have the skills to do it. He said that he would tell the office to send someone else to take a look.
Fair enough. I know it's a nasty job.
The next day, I'm sitting in my office, and I see a voicemail message on my home phone (the phone that no one uses, because (a) I don't hear it and (b) I'm rarely home). It was the reno company, telling me that the fellow who had visited was the best, and if he wasn't up to the job, perhaps I should find someone else.
In other words, "It's not you, it's us."
I'm a wee bit ticked, because they have never used my home phone number before. It's always been my cell. So, they didn't want to tell me in person. Instead, I got dumped on voicemail. Blech.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Well, I read it. And the following are my answers:
WHAT I WAS DOING TEN YEARS AGO:
I was the Accounts Payable Clerk for the Pan American Games Society (1999) Inc. $140 million budget. Every single nickel (all seven million of them) went through my hands. Goldeyes Stadium? I wrote the cheques. Investors Group Athletics Centre? I wrote the cheques. It was my first job without a hairnet or safety boots, and I loved it. Our CEO introduced me to the Chair of our Board as "This is Misstea, she's The Hammer."
I've taken an inordinant amount of professional pride in that. I play by the rules.
5 THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST TODAY:
Bonus points: floss.
SNACKS I ENJOY:
Veggies and dip
Chips and dip
(I think chips should be a separate food group).
THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A BILLIONAIRE:
Buy the farm (literally, and then give it right back to my brother, the farmer)
Give large amounts of money to the charities I support
Invest some more.
5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED:
Sorry, can't make it to five. I had plans for heading off to parts unknown, but then my brothers went and had babies. Now, I need to be close to them (the babies, of course).
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
And, we all know how much I love parties. Good food, good wine, a smoking band, friends to visit with, and I am the happiest person around.
What I do not like, however, is the four freaking hours it takes to get ready - the buffing, the primping, the plucking, the pore-minimizing, the hot rollers (thankfully, my outfit does not require ironing).
Now, let's all hope that it does not rain. Not only for the happy couple, but on behalf of my country-singer big hair.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Cascade 220. Suddenly I understand why people love it. The colours are brilliant. I want six skeins in every shade the shop carries.
Arquippa sock yarn. Again, I want every colourway. I'm a terribly greedy person.
Sirdar Baby Bamboo, Cherry Lips colourway. I've had a fantasy of making a cute little tank out of this stuff all summer. Well, perhaps for next year.
Now, having caved, I suppose I should put on my big girl panties and finish up some of the stuff I'm working on before I start new projects with all this lucious stuff, right?
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sunray scarf / neckwarmer, available as a Ravelry download, on 5 mm needles, knit in Plymouth Galway.
What an awesome way to spend a Friday night. Now, if I can get this audio book sofware talking to my ipod, we'll really be in business.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Anyway, M, one of my bottlers-in-crime, joined me this evening, and we bottled this:
I know it's a Zinfandel. Poetic license, eh?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
- returning a cd (a) to its case and (b) to the basket where cds are stored immediately after loading it onto my ipod.
- paying three (yes, 3!) bills and filing the stubs immediately.
- tearing the mailing labels off five (yes, 5!) reasonably current magazines and putting them into recycling when I decided that I was done reading. Bonus - only two new magazines came into the house today. That counts as a decrease in the clutter department.
See? There's proof.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I stopped, for a moment, when I heard an aching, soul-searing, young, but oh-so-very-old voice soar above the crowd.
I looked at the woman I was selling tickets to and said "Who is this? I'm in love."
She said, "It's JP Hoe. But you can't have him, he's got a girlfriend."
Like I cared. I had a boyfriend, at the time.
Anyway, I wrote that name down on a bit of paper, and had been carrying it around for a whole year, to remind me to buy the CD when I saw it, or take note of any concert listings.
It's been a crazy year. I did very little CD shopping, and paid attention to even fewer concerts.
Fast forward to this past folk fest. My friend passed me $20 and asked me to pick up his newest, The Dear John Letters.
I got one for me, too.
He's marvelous. I think I'll keep him.