Inexplicable Urge
So that inexplicable urge I mentioned the other day? It's run its course and I can now tell you about it. There was a point in my misspent youth and childhood where I had a bit of a paper fetish. I was totally the kid folding her exam paper into some sort of unexpected sculpture while I waited for class to be over. So the other day I became absolutely convinced that the world would be a better place if it contained a Christmas tree covered in origami figures of fiber animals. And really, it would. Think of it. Sheep. [...]
Murder
Many moons ago, and mostly on a lark, I filled out a little form on the Maker's Mark website. It said it would add you to their ambassador's club. I think I likely found it when looking for address labels or something like that. It's since been a source of a surprising amount of amusement. The address labels came, but so did other things. For you see, every winter they send out some sort of special little package. One year it was an ice cube tray that made baseball sized ice spheres. One year it was wrapping paper and gift [...]
Possessed
I've found myself caught in the grip of a totally random and inexplicable urge. It is fiber related, but only ever so slightly so. All things considered, it's more of a paper-based obsession, with more than a hint of (unexpected) holiday overlay. I'll report back shortly on the outcome and see if perhaps I can't spread the sickness to you while there's still time to act upon it. Apologies in advance for any lost productivity that may result.
Maps
I am generally pretty good at spatial reasoning tasks. I can build things. I can tell you if that piece of furniture will fit up the stairs or fit in the living room. And I can fit a whole lot of stuff in a very small suitcase. But I cannot tell you the best way to get from town A to town B. Driving directions just somehow escape me. I can get where I'm going and get back home again, but deviating from the plan leaves me feeling a bit frazzled. The Boy does not suffer from this difficulty. He [...]
Bodes Poorly
The universe hates me and wants me to die young. This is clear, because they have allowed an establishment called Sweetie Fry to open down the street from us. It started out as an ice cream and french fry place, which was quite dangerous enough. But now...now they've added a new and even more horrifyingly tempting item to their repertoire. Have you heard of funnel cake fries? No. I hadn't either. I knew about funnel cakes. And I knew about french fries. But I never knew about extruding funnel cake batter into french fry shaped pieces, dousing the whole thing [...]
Denied
The kitten overlords have decreed that I may not use my desk chair. It has been commandeered for their nefarious purposes. They suggest checking back later to see if they're done with it, but they make no promises. Update: Shortly after posting this, the rat fink bastards devious little brats kittens upped the ante in their quest to keep me from being productive. They swarmed me, all three at once, on the tile floor. It was a choice between dropping what I had in my hands and grabbing the sink or going ass over teakettle and landing in the middle [...]
Momentum, Part 2
We had always intended to use carpet tiles, or something like them, for that entrance. It seemed easier than taking up the linoleum. The house and I have a slightly wary relationship. I like it. Love it even. And I admire it for sticking around for 91 years and counting. But I don't trust it not to do something like spring a leak or develop holes or do something else equally dire. I've adopted a sort of respectful distance. I will fix problems. I will make considered cosmetic improvements. I will not go mucking about with perfectly good (read functional) [...]
Momentum
So you know how you get one project done, and then you find yourself inspired to do something else...and something else...and something else? Yeah. Me too. Now sometimes that's cool and leads to scads of productivity. But sometimes it leaves you sweaty bleeding and swearing on the floor. I know I mentioned that we had the house painted (all done, looks good). Part of painting was getting as much stuff as possible out of the way so the painters had easy access to the house (why hello garage, you're looking rather full). This meant coming to grips with one of [...]
Keen
Today was the first really crisp day of fall. It was absolutely lovely. I even put on some wooly socks. The timing is excellent...since yesterday the air conditioner decided to go on strike. I'm sure this will be convenient and inexpensive to fix, because home repairs always are. Sigh.
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