My new blog-friend, Murr, has (or had) a Devil Toilet.
The commode here in the duplex is subject to Random Acts of Flushing, and every so often the bolts that hold the seat on, shimmy out of their moorings and kamikaze onto the floor. Sometimes singly, sometimes in stereo. I have been too tired this week to reinstate them, which necessitates precise placement of the seat ~ both seats, actually: the commode’s, and my own ~ before ascending the throne, and no hiccups once I am seated. (Thankfully, the other half of the duplex is presently unoccupied.) I guess this means that I have a Screwtape Toilet, whereas Murr had The Real Deal.
General Conference was superb, possibly even more than usual. I don’t know if I was more prepared or more receptive or what, but I had specific impressions as to what to do next in several aspects of my life. While none of those impressions was you should marry NintendoMan, I have enough confidence in what I received, that if and when the time comes to make that decision, I believe I will have enough information, and enough inspiration, to make the right choice.
NintendoMan was able to catch part of the last session of Conference yesterday afternoon while off on his business trip. I’m glad that it was sufficiently important to him, that he found a way to make it happen. I miss the days when there was a righteous priesthood holder in my home. I miss knowing that the head of my house is committed to following the Savior, and obedient to correct principles.
Yes, I am the current head of my house and yes, I am committed to following the Savior and yes, I try to be obedient, even when inconvenient. You know what I mean.
So today it’s all about putting inspiration into action.
I think I found a winner of a design in my stitch dictionary yesterday. I have about three inches of scarf worked, and I think I am going to like it very much. It’s a simple four-row pattern, already memorized, and I’m looking forward to some prime knitting time today. Not sure at this point if it is going to be for a door prize at my high school reunion later this year, or to fulfill my service auction obligation.
I knit, therefore I am.
- 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!