Oh, the sound of the Roomba in the morning… It starts itself up at ten and vacuums for about an hour or so, getting the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen. And because those are the rooms the animals are in while we’re out, those are the worst hair collection rooms. Have I mentioned I love it? Even given the fact that we have three dogs and four cats, I have no idea why I’m so surprised every night when I clean it out to find SO MUCH CRAP. (The book says you can go three or four runs before cleaning it out. We can’t.)
Also, to give you fair warning, this is now my second Roomba. The first one had something go wrong the first week — kept telling me that I needed to clean the brushes, even when I just had. Frustrating. And I love it so much that I marched right down to Costco (I hate going to Costco), stood in line to return, then stood in another line to happily repurchase. This new one has treated me great, but I have warned it that should it act up, it will suffer the same fate. It is worth the time spent in the Costco line.
You may notice that I’ve blinged the blog. Please disregard the google ads low and to the right, but I have to admit I like the Amazon ad up there. I’ll keep it filled with books I’m loving, in case anyone is interested. I’m still neck-deep into memoirs, although I’m dabbling in reading fiction again.
Must get motivated! I have to do at least a little writing this weekend before I go back to work tomorrow — I had planned on taking great whacks at the rewrite, but yesterday I didn’t leave the house once. I had an unplanned pajama day, which was great except for the guilt. Which I fought, tooth and nail. I won, I think. But today I have Things To Do.
Oh! I forgot. I decided on Lush and Lacy, in stash red wool-something (love Classic Elite Lush, but it looses definition if you breathe on it). I have one sleeve done. Thanks for all the great suggestions!
And remember, I told you about the radio repair guy at work? The Jimmy Stewart guy with his sweater literally FULL of holes? Some big enough to put four fingers through?
Ees all fixed:
You can see the only obvious place is down at the bottom right of the picture — there just wasn’t enough yarn in the world to save that bit. I picked up stitches and diked them off as well as I could. Most of the repairs look more like this:
A casual observer wouldn’t notice, and a Knitter would think someone had helped the sweater out. Which would be true.
That is all. No more procrastinating. Off to Do Things. But I’ll have fun, too.
Don’t forget to wear a sweater tomorrow in honor of Mr. Rogers’ birthday!
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