It’s 5:54 AM and I’ve been awake for an hour and a half now after about 4 hours sleep. I have made my coffee and English muffin because it is clear I’m not getting back to sleep any time soon (short of being beaten over the head with a stick - any volunteers?) and I may as well get the day started. I’m not really complaining - I feel fine. But it’s a little weird. I watched the sun come up. Well, since it is overcast and raining, I just watched it get lighter outside. I didn’t actually see the sun.
We have a guest arriving tomorrow, our friend Cee, whom we haven’t seen for a while. We are looking forward to her arrival but this has also meant that we’ve had to go through the apartment scrubbing, sweeping, dusting, mopping and generally spit-and-polishing. You do this, you know, in honor of the guest because otherwise there are too many far more interesting things to do than worry about housework - let alone do any.
And then there’s the car. I cleaned the car out yesterday. It wasn’t a big deal - the car is only a year and a half old so it hasn’t had enough time to build up a really good crud layer. It was simply a matter of throwing out a few (mostly-empty) mouldering bottles, vacuuming up the stuff off the floor (a sophisticated composite of sand, birdseed and pine needles), clearing the hatch of assorted, accumulated items (at least two knitting projects, sweaters, window scrapers, and a big broken box) and putting up the back seat. Also discovered in the Great Hatch Clearing - a nice pair of binoculars, shades for the rear side windows so the car doesn’t get too hot in the summer, a bag of yarn, one unopened bag of birdseed, Judge Crater, the Dutchman’s gold and the lost chord.
We generally leave the back seat folded down to lend more room to the hatch. Ordinarily it doesn’t matter since it’s only Myria and me anyway. But Cee is going to have to have somewhere to sit while we drive around so, up goes the back seat. It shouldn’t be a problem; Cee is a little bit of a thing and won’t need a lot of space - which is a good thing because there isn’t a lot of space in the backseat of a Hyundai - though if worse came to worse, we could always just fold her into the hatch :)
Not much new on the project front, still working on the HP scarf (11 bands down, 4 to go and then one more scarf), still working on the fancy scarf (just a few repeats left to do), still dithering about the mohair shawl (though that’s going to get taken care of by this weekend at the latest), still poking along on the cross-your-heart scarf (does anyone else think this sounds like it should also lift and separate?). I have also started a bathmat (crochet) and am contemplating coasters for the kitchen table to keep the aluminum cans from leaving footprints. Coasters - how unutterably domestic, eh? Before you know it, it’ll be place mats and then a tablecloth or two - maybe even curtains! Then a couple of afghans and maybe even a bedspread! If it gets that far, intervention will definitely be called for :) Maybe I should re-think this coaster thing. After all, avoiding the occasion of sin is as important as avoiding the sin itself ! Heheh…
No trackbacks yet.
Coasters? Placemats? Ok…Robbyn…put down the crochet hook, step away from the yarn & no-one has to get hurt.
Obviously, you need a break. Cee is visiting at just the right time! Do something wild & crazy while re-connecting with your inner child. I’m not saying knit the edible undies from Knitty, but it’s a small step from bathmats to….gulp….kitchen towel toppers. :::shudder:::
Your blogging buds are all behind you - keep strong! 
Go with the coasters! I just sent a set over to my sister for her birthday, and went straight back into socks.
Bron - LOL, but I have to beg to differ. Coasters at least serve a legitimate purpose. Now, if I were talking about toilet paper holders, then we’d have a serious issue!
Ali - Thanks for the encouragement - and my tabletop thanks you too!
Hehehe - don’t worry - I happen to *like* coasters. Ask me about crocheting around bottle caps sometime. I did the ubiquitous bunch of grapes, then branched out (so to speak) into coasters. As long as you realize they are up off the table (and thus change the height of the glass when you’re reaching for it) you’re ok. :::Grin:::
Seriously, a set of coasters crocheted in thread is a lovely gift - hmmmm….reminds me of a pattern I marked a long time ago…I think I’ll hunt it up. See - we could have a coaster-a-long. LOL
if we didn’t have the occasional guest around here, we would probably never be exposed to the word ‘housecleaning’- what? no jimmy hoffa in the car- maybe i should clean mine and see if i can discover him-
coasters sound quite useful but be afraid, be very afraid, if you suddenly find patterns for tissue box covers interesting- and there are items called ‘fridgies’ (some very intricate) that i find intimidating by their very existence-
looking forward to progress pics of your things- meanwhile i remain in a state of froglike frustration as i obviously cannot remember even the simplest of patterns-
stay happy-
Bron - Ahh, the bottle-cap thing! I’ve read about that - nice to know you’re human after all :) I’ve seen some thread coasters that were truly gorgeous and that might be a future project to consider.
barb - Nope - no Jimmy Hoffa - he must be hiding out at your place :)
Tissues come in quite attractive enough boxes and don’t need my help. As for fridgies, to quote Bron, ::shudder::.
Sorry about the frog-like frustration. It will pass, I’m sure!
