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Five 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!

Sunday, September 29, 2013

A day in which stuff got done.

I love the vinyl words you can rub onto your walls. In the penultimate apartment, I had a Mae West quote in a gloriously funky font. Two weeks ago I picked up two tubes at $2.99 each. Yesterday I attempted to rub one onto the bathroom wall just above the light switch, but the walls are so heavily textured that the only thing that wanted to stick was the period at the end of the quote.

So I ran it up the side of the cupboard I bought from Brother Stilts before he moved to Missouri. This is the cupboard that Beloved drilled proper holes in for the shelf supports while I hung pictures in the living room, when I was living in the duplex in Fort Worth. Also known as the cupboard that was such a beast to install above the commode in the guest bathroom. But we got 'er done, and now it's embellished, and it makes me smile.

Because of where it hangs in relation to the light, I cannot get a picture of it in its entirety. I posted it in three smaller chunks on FB.

"A laugh is a smile that bursts." Love it!

I tidied the drawers in one of the dressers and picked up more organizing tools while I was out yesterday. Got caught in a cloudburst on the drive home, so the bag stayed in the trunk until after the RS broadcast. I did manage to pick up Grace (the Pukifee that I bought from Fourthborn and handed over to Mel for restringing) and get her inside unharmed, but she was in a box that I could stuff under my shirt.

I need to get Grace another wig. She's currently blonde, with those long anime ponytails on either side of her head. I will try the short wig (in my studio somewhere) that I bought for Chutzpah when I thought I would be selling doll hats on eBay, because I thought it would show the hats to better advantage than Chutzpah's wild curls.

I only got a load and a half of laundry done yesterday. The first load was still a little damp when I got home last night, so I hit reset and will need to give the second load a quick swish to refresh it.

Yeah, I know, you didn't come here for bulletins on the state of my laundry. OK, how about this? When I pulled into the parking lot at church last night, there were brethren standing ready with umbrellas to escort us into the building. I don't know who received and disseminated that bit of inspiration, but I was so impressed. The good brother sheltered my doorway until I could get my own umbrella open and step out.

But wait, there's more! They had set up one of the classrooms as Umbrella Central, organized into alphabet zones, with sticky notes taped to the handles. Found mine in about five seconds when it was time to go home.

It was so lovely and cool after the rain. I put some gas into Lorelai, mostly as an excuse to get a medium cup of hot chocolate at Racetrac.

The stiffness in my neck and shoulders is remarkably improved. I spent an hour or more yesterday going up and down the stepladder. Not sure if that contributed to the improvement, but my range of motion is nearly normal. Or what passes for normal chez Ravelled. After nearly a week of stiffness and pain sharp enough for me to notice it, I am thankful for the respite.

I am now going to grab the organizational stuff and put it to work, then wrangle that second load into submission and forage some breakfast.

A blessed Sabbath to one and all.

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