Not much of that sort of thing going on, Chez Ravelled. A row of lace, and then a little breather. And then another row of lace. Five more rows, and the decreases will begin on Lark’s shawlette.
When I left the office last night, I was in puttering mode. So I took my gift cards and went to JoAnn’s and Michael’s. Found two of the last three steel crochet hooks I was looking for and will probably pick up the last one tonight, when I’m in Arlington for Knit Night.
After the first JoAnn’s and before Michael’s and the second JoAnn’s, I stopped briefly at the Container Store and picked up another red document box for out here in tower bookcase in my living room. I divvied up the printer paper [pretty, seasonal paper vs. plain vanilla] and collected all the labels [printer-friendly or not] into one spot and sorted all of the envelopes and greeting cards.
It just occurred to me that one of these document boxes would be perfect for sorting my archived duplicate checks. Which, strictly speaking, are not archived at present, merely taking up space in several boxes in my studio and/or boudoir. I would like to be able to mine them for historical data before permanently disposing of them, and for what I want to accomplish, riffling through them twenty-five at a time would be more useful than looking up PDF’s on my bank’s website. [Once that task is accomplished, I could reuse the box for scrapbooking supplies.]
Yes, I know that eventually I need to make peace with Quicken or some other program, where sorting data is faster and easier than Samantha wiggling her nose and saving Darrin’s hide. I got stubborn when they (A) wanted me to pay for an upgrade and (B) stopped supporting the version I was using.
I wish I had bought some of the purple document boxes when the Container Store was still carrying them. I wonder if anybody else does? I have one purple magazine holder in the bookcase in the hall, holding my cooking magazines. I would like to have another one. And I think that document boxes would be a neat (literally) way to store my computer manuals and such, and my office supplies. This is what those two shelves look like now.
I am going to have to bite the bullet and buy a new printer next year. I bought this one sometime between June 2000 and April 2003. We were living in the formerly-elegant gated and portered apartments when I bought it, before we moved into the penultimate apartment [the one that was invaded by the 24/7 Mardi Gras denizens after Katrina]. I guess, technically speaking, I have gotten my money’s worth, and this printer doesn’t owe me anything.
If you came here looking for profundity, today might not be your day.
- 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!