sooner or later

I planned to stitch up a storm last night, but instead I watched the SofU speech. Monday morning, I fused some rusted fabric and other fabrics in ripped strips onto Peltex. It's going to be ATCs once I get it all quilted to death.

Last weekend was shorter than usual. We spent some time looking at dining sets. I want to replace our old one, it's falling apart and we can't seem to find what we want for the secret budget that the grill king has in mind. I would love a set of old library chairs. I think we should hit the flea markets next. We did see a wonderful granite table on powder coated aluminum at Sam's. It's an outdoor set - the chairs are comfortable but too huge for my dining room and our outdoor area doesn't require anything that fancy. So if we bought that for outside, I would be stuck with the old stuff in the house and you can't eat outside that many times during the year. It wouldn't be worth it. The table is way too heavy and would be impossible to move if it was in the dining room when we need more room for the holiday tree or whatever. Rats, I hate shopping.

Then the kids came over for grilled burgers and general messing about on Sunday. Grandkids are growing up too fast - I must take photos next time.

The vent cover was laying on the driveway this morning when I left for work. I placed a bucket in front of the rat-sized doorway to my house. We'll see if it's moved when I get home tonight.

Update: The grill king re-attached the vent cover and declared that no rats could possibly have entered or left by this tunnel. Obviously the cover just leapt off the brick wall unassisted. No sign of the rat in the house. Ginger snaps remain untouched. Must try homemade cookies next time.

If you just pretend that Monday doesn't arrive immediately afterward, then it was a very nice weekend. My daughter stayed the night on Saturday and we went to a weaver's meeting on Sunday. We shopped for stuff we really needed and what do you know, there they were the four chartreuse napkins I've been "needing" for years and on sale for ten cents each. I woulda bought a dozen but there were only four.

Then we stayed up late and she stitched on a shibori project while I cleaned up the floor of my workspace and put a binding on the quilt journal for May. I woke up Sunday morning feeling pukey but decided it wasn't a big deal and we went on to the meeting after putting the stitched scarf into soda ash to soak. We had a great time with the weavers and I put some beads on the journal quilt while she did a dynamite sunprint on a large piece of fabric which she will probably use in a pieced kimono style jacket. I hope she posted a photo of it. I kind of ran out of energy toward the end of the afternoon and when I dropped her off, the kids were wild and crazy. The grandson wanted to get picked up and get down and get picked up and get down. I bet he still has a tummy ache.

Monday I stayed in bed. Wish I was there still.

I will not forward emails. I will not forward emails. I will not forward emails.

Picture that in chalk 1000 times. That's what I'm doing tonight. I should be sleeping since I fly tomorrow morning. But no, I'm having a nervous breakdown right now.

Update Saturday morning. Slept badly, a blood vessel in my eye has burst from tension and headache, no doubt. Received email from injured party who accepted my apology and was cheerfully gracious about my goof. Wish I had stayed awake to get that last night. Never mind, I'm away now with a lighter heart.

Seems my old hotmail account is going to die soon. Can't access the server at home even though I was able to at work today.

but I have no idea.



Normally a skinny nose as above, it is currently rather red, painful and swollen. Going to hear live zydeco music tonight may be the cure.

Done.

Left work early with ... um ... stomach upset. I don't even like to see commercials for Pepto Bismol anymore - they've gotten too graphic for me. I cut my teeth on the stuff. Was always carsick and we seem to go on trips every weekend when I was a kid. Thank goodness, they sell it as tablets now.
Anyway... I had some broth with rice tonight and I'm better, thank you. Spent some time this afternoon doing some beading. Haven't done that in a long time.

Talked to ML about joining an altered book round robin. She said she'd send me an invite. I must be crazy, right? But I have the perfect book with a great binding just waiting to be ruined. How to Win Friends and Influence People. The cover brags that there are fifteen million in print. So to paint and tear this one would be no great loss. I can't remember buying it! Maybe somebody gave it to me as a broad hint.

I also took a theraputic hour to do a little gardening. Have to get my hands back in the dirt a bit at a time. Planted the pink leaved thingies out in front by the mondo grass. Looks good. And I tossed out some more ferns. The bulbs I was trying to save when I sacrificed the toad were still laying on the grass where I dropped them on Sunday. Planted them today. Now we'll see just how hardy amaryllis really are. Still thinking about the murder of Mr. Toad. She did in the garden with a pitchfork. Move back three spaces and roll the dice again.

I enjoyed a wonderful Saturday at an herb luncheon with my daughter and we came back with a carload of herbs to plant. This morning I was moving bulbs out of the bed to make room for them and my pitchfork came back with a toad on it. He was hibernating there and I killed it. Had to get my husband to remove him. I'm just going to try to get my mind off this now and try to quit crying. Not going to be a good day for me either.

Not a bad score if I played baseball. But it's not runs, hits, but maybe it could count as errors. Hours I spend away from the worktable upstairs. Really bad kharma today. Too much chocolate diversion. Gotta read those applications for Bodyguard.
Water aerobics was very nice. Warm as a baby's bath. Sun slowly dipping behind the high tension lines. Feel it in my behind. I'm really working on my form. No chatty-Cathy's in this group. We are all concentrating on our exercise. Several mother/daughter teams. Wish J was taking it with me again this year. Too complicated though. M is taking swim lessons with her daddy on the same nights and so there is no babysitter for the little tank.
I gotta finish the frogs. And I signed up for a matchbox swap and let it slip that I would entertain the idea of doing a deco if it appeared in my mailbox. Shut my mouth and wash it out with soap.
But it might be a green deco....