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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!

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

She who shreds and runs away...

...shall live to shred another day. It progresses, apace. I also have two five-ream boxes and one ten-ream box near the front door, full of stuff to take to the thrift store. Bottled candles, mostly, and my least-favorite candlesticks.

I found my organ donor card this morning. Ditto my rosewood tatting shuttle. And a pair of earrings that Mom brought me back from Hawaii in 1992, when my niece got married.

Had a productive (and tasty) meeting after work for the big ward activity in December. Came home and shredded until both the shredder and I were weary. I was so tired that when I went to bed, I forgot to set the alarm. Thankfully, my inability to sleep more than five or six hours worked to my benefit. I woke up at 4:15 and have been sorting and shredding ever since.

I am going to have to skip Knit Night tonight; Mount Washmore is threatening to erupt all over my bathroom. And it is a small bathroom.

Had a nice chat with the new guy last night, while I folded sheets of paper preparatory to feeding the shredder. We roughed out the shape of our date on Saturday. So I might have been loopy with fatigue when I shut down the popcorn stand last night, but I was grinning.

One of my KnitPicks laminated needles self-destructed yesterday. I need to remember to grab my Addi Lace needle of that size before heading out the door, or there will be no progress on missionary hats today. By sheer bulldog stubbornness and a bit of ingenuity, I managed to get the first round of pattern worked, broken needle notwithstanding. Thankfully, KnitPicks stands behind their stuff, so a phone call will get me a replacement needle, no problem.

The recycling bin and garbage bin are out on the curb. I have a couple more additions to them on my way to the car. I have a tidy stack of notebooks to take apart and shred, here by my desk. There is an empty Rubbermaid storage bucket up on a shelf in the closet in my studio.

And I need to get moving.

2 comments:

Jenni said...

Reading about all this work you have been doing makes me happy for you and a little tired. Her's to being a little less of a packrat (even though old habits tend to die hard in our family).

Lynn said...

I am not a packrat (that would be the other parental unit). I am a connoisseur of things that might be useful in the future, an archiver of things that were useful in the past, and a mixed-media performance artist whose life is her canvas.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!