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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!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

I used to say to him...

“I know that you’re the one who is, theoretically, terminally ill. But I could get hit by a beer truck tomorrow.”  (So we needed to prepare.) The other day, I nearly was hit by a beer truck that was turning right/east while I was sitting in the left-turn lane to head south. Thankfully, he made his turn slowly and skillfully, but there was that one moment when his grill swept past, less than a yard from me, and all I could manage was, “Uhhhhhh????” I thought my eyebrows would fly up right off of my face.

I dropped Middlest at the airport yesterday morning before work, then came back this way and hit Wally World for some fresh vegetables and two new pairs of work-appropriate slacks before heading into the office. Made for a long day, especially since I drove up to see the newest grandchild after a quick trip to Shabby Sheep (see below) and grabbing a burger and shake at In N Out.

The cat was very happy to see me when I got home. He had been in the house all day and had gotten used to going in and out as he pleased while Middlest was here. He dashed out for a comfort break, then right back in for a full bowl of food (there were maybe five kibbles in his bowl when I got home), then back out again.

Note to self: Ms. Ravelled, you are owned by a cat. The days of not coming straight home from work are over, unless said cat is outside.

I finished casting on StellaLuna again, this time with markers to denote the pattern repeats, instead of putting them in later. I also bought two different kinds of point protectors to keep the stitches from leaping off the needle.

I am still wrangling paperwork in preparation for our tax return. I got my W-2’s earlier this week.

It’s almost 5:30. I have been up for an hour and a half. I got a good six hours of sleep last night, which bodes well for the day.

I think we are going to paint the ceiling in the dining room Tardis blue, as the background for an approximation of “Starry Night.” We have a plethora of artists on both sides of the family. Then something light and wonderful on the walls, with maybe some sconces for additional light, and crown molding, and I have a friend at work with 700 sq ft of surplus, high quality, pre-padded laminate that might look wonderful in there to replace the carpeting, which was trashed by two large and lovable dogs and a small, less lovable one. I think there might be enough to take care of the halls and the living room as well, especially if I redo the entry with a nice tile or terrazzo.

The inside of my head? Think of water droplets bouncing on a hot griddle. But it’s getting better.

2 comments:

Rory said...

I can't help but cater to cats, and Cricket is an especially sweet little guy. I miss you both!

Jenni said...

Cat doors. Not in the front door but one from house to garage will let him get out of house, into garage then out of garage to outside solo. Derek can put one in like he did for our FL house. The whole point of owning a cat as a pet is that they are independent and you don't have to rush home like with a dog.