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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Quick post before I run back to Firstborn's

Ran over there after work last night and washed four loads. They have a gi-normous washer/dryer set and a real laundry room, and while it is not as fast as going to the laundromat and using four or five washers at once, the laundromat does not give me beef tips and rice for dinner, or Jon Stewart, or HGTV.

I came home with two loads of dry laundry and am heading back in a few to pick up the other two loads. Or at least one of them. Load three will have dried, overnight, and I have no idea if/when Firstborn tossed the last load into the dryer for me. There is no folding service chez elle, but the hugs are out of this world! [And she has Lindor truffles in her pantry!]

I got as far as the gusset increases on Firestarter at work yesterday before realizing that I might have done the increases wrong on the first sock. Thankfully, I had the Stripedy Stocking in my bag, so I worked on it until I could come home and check. I thought that maybe I had done a K-M1 instead of a P-M1, but on close inspection that sock is just fine, and I can proceed.

Today I have Legal Secretary 101.1, AKA more of the same. Cue the Pointer Sisters, because I am one excited receptionist!

2 comments:

Jenni said...

I demand that you retract your comment about no folding service. Not only was the first load (or maybe it was the third) folded and waiting, the last should have been dry and ready to go.
I hope you wole up my daughter for school.

Lynn said...

Well, obviously I posted *before* I went to your home and found (A) third load, folded; (B) fourth load dry and ready to be folded; (C) photo of you and the girls tucked into my laundry hamper.

I walked right past that chair with all the folded stuff and couldn't figure out what had happened to that load, LOL.

Lark's alarm went off just as I came in your front door, and I thought that I'd set off your security system. Way to give your poor aged mother a heart attack!