First I needed to replace the batteries in my digital scale, so I could tell how much yarn was left for the stealth project. Out into the kitchen I went, opening boxes until I found the AAA batteries. Whew! It looks like I will not run out of yarn before I run out of project.
Then I realized that with LittleBit invited for after church/work to help me polish off Friday night’s leftover pasta, I needed to find the stainless that I bought on eBay shortly before moving. Eating with silver or gold-plated flatware gives her a stomach-ache. She’s not the only one of the girls who is sensitive to metals.
So, more boxes. As Mom would have said, it was in the last place I looked. I emptied a dozen boxes, all told. And peeked inside several more. And worked up quite an appetite.
When Brother Sushi was here, he pointed out a good place to hang a pot rack and maybe one of those magnetic knife racks. He also suggested moving the fridge farther to the left, to where the back door will just clear it, and opening up more space between the fridge and the window, where my nice table stands. He pointed out that it’s a good-sized kitchen, just awkwardly arranged and with insufficient storage for the 21st century.
Another good archived post from Unclutterer. I particularly enjoyed the story about everybody putting on the overalls and having a family portrait made. I guess all the girls and grandkids could line up for a photo op with my sheep collection?
I have been organizing my digital photos by month, because the default naming system was driving me buggy. And eventually I will have everything in my life documented, archived, etc., to make life easier for the executors of my estate.
There will still be tons and tons of stuff, but it ought to be easier to manage.
LittleBit called me after church. She was low on gas and didn’t want to break the Sabbath by filling her tank; she will call me tonight when she has her schedule so we can plan another time to get together.
Here is the current incarnation of the living room, panning from left to right:
There’s a couch under there. Trust me!
Today is Middlest’s birthday; a whole quarter century! Happy birthday, honey!
- 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!