Oh, it’s a sleepy day, isn’t it? It’s not helped by the fact that my new listening choices happen to be me-lll-oooow. I’ve got two new favorites playing: The Kings of Convenience and Keren Ann. Hoo boy. Run right out and buy ’em if you want to just hang out and dream, looking out at the rain. I’m just kinda sittin’ on the couch, pushing Digit’s head repeatedly away from my wireless card (oh, annoying), and staring out the window. I think there’s a plumber crawling around under the house working on my neighbor’s pipes, but I don’t want to know too much. I have my own plumber coming tomorrow (again) to work on the bathroom leak.
I was thinking this morning about how house-poor I am, and how happy I am to be that way. I was going to go buy paint for the living room, and then I totted up my finances in my head and realized I couldn’t justify the expense. I might need food in these next two weeks, and paint ain’t a good snack, I hear. But I was just glad I could come home where my DSL is paid for, where I have movies stacked on the TV, and I have enough yarn to get me through the poorest days. Really. I’m making Clapotis in yellow Horstia silk, and that’s from stash yarn. What I don’t need to do is buy more yarn. Especially yarn like this:
Okay. Well. That just kind of showed up. Fifteen minutes ago. I had honestly forgotten I’d ordered it, but isn’t it GORGEOUS? (All Ryan’s fault, and I’m sticking to that.) That’s Lorna’s Laces Sport, two each of Child’s Play and Rainbow. I will have to guard them from Lala, now that she’s mastered the short-row heel.
We were brilliant last night and actually did something we talked about doing (I’m the master of saying, "What a GREAT idea!" when hit with great ideas, and then saying that repeatedly for years.) We cooked two dinners and separated them into plastic containers for the week to come. She was creative and made a potato/cauliflower curry with rice. I was more prosaic and layered jalapeno beans, fritos, cheese, sour cream, and enchilada sauce in a casserole dish. That’s so wrong that’s you can’t even call it Tex-Mex, but it tastes fab, I swear. We have food for DAYS, and that’s good because I’m hungry right now. Food will come in handy. She forgot to take her lunch today, which struck me as both tragic and funny. Poor little starved thing….
To eat. And to knit. You should, too.
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