*Of the non-metaphorical kind.
Not sure what was going on Tuesday night. Might have been a continuation of weird karma from that incident with the soup can, mortality’s way of reminding me that I am oh-so-fallible. But when I was putting things together for the dash out the door on Wednesday morning, I couldn’t find my house keys.
I knew that I had used them to get in. Ordinarily I snap them to the inside of my red tote, but that snap has come apart. Sometimes the male part stays on its post like a good boy, and sometimes it tags along with my key fob. Like a retired husband who follows his wife around the house, fluffing pillows she has just fluffed, emptying wastebaskets, and risking hubbicide.
[I need to put that on my list of things to fix. I wonder if I know anybody who has a snap setter. I used to have one, but it’s one of many items that has disappeared in all those moves.]
Or maybe it was the disorientation from having finished two projects in three days and wondering “what next?”
I think I’ve solved that problem. BittyBubba turns one tomorrow. Something that I found Tuesday night, before realizing that my keys were mislaid, was a cone of Peaches & Crème. I set it out on my typing chair for first thing Wednesday morning. And then I found this:
Yes, I am going over to the dark side. My first “warshrag”. Ann and Kay would be so proud, if they only knew.
It says Don’t Mess with Texas. And then I made another, of my own design.
I also found some cute girly ones to make for BittyBit, after my hands are rested up from wrestling with worsted-weight cotton yarn.
I couldn’t log on at home yesterday morning, and I spent 20 minutes on the phone last night with tech support for my phone company. Power light was on, on my modem; ditto the ethernet and DSL lights. But I couldn’t get an internet connection.
[And tonight it seems to be just fine.]
So what did I do instead? Went into my studio and rummaged through half a dozen bins, looking for my book of remembrance [genealogical records]. Found my blue painter’s tape. Found a dozen or so back issues of Real Simple, which are headed out to the recycling bin. Taped my red and pink paint chips to the wall.
Worked a couple of rows on Juno Regina. Worked some more rows this morning, when I could connect long enough to check my email but not long enough to set up a blog post.
I think I know what color I want to paint the accent wall in my bedroom. Valspar’s “Flower Girl” 1005-1C, from Lowe’s. It won’t be happening anytime soon, but that’s the color that comes closest to “strawberry” that I have found. This is what inspired such thoughts of pinkishness.
OK, I’m officially tired and going to bed. Tomorrow I’m getting my nails done, going to BittyBubba’s party, and then to another social at church. And I’ve decided what to fix for the non-drive-by fooding of the elders on Sunday after church: Texas Skillet. Or my take on it, which is more like NewMex-Mex Skillet. I need to pick up sour cream, guacamole, a pound of extra-lean ground beef, restaurant-style tortilla chips, and a disposable pan for the brownies for the ward social.
- 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!