I would love to tell you all that I spent this weekend organizing my ufo’s and finishing sweaters. Not gonna happen. I changed beds and did laundry. I cleaned and knit a tiny bit and then picked my car up from the garage (I had left it there overnight for a gas leakage problem), came home and fixed dinner. Then, I knit a bit longer and helped Mom with a shower. Sat down with a glass of wine and took my shower and went to bed. Sunday, other than church and a quick trip to Walgreens with Mom it was pretty much the same. Yup. My life is exciting.
I’m not really complaining, but I feel I missed out on the gene for organization and neatness. My Mom has it. Even now. But. I. do. not. have. it. It has been a real humbling experience for me to realize that I was given a short neck, short legs and no organizational abilities. I think my sense of humor is genetic, but when I’m complaining I don’t look at the bright side, so forget it. I compensate by not even trying. Early on I tried the Flylady cleaning system, but just because the sink is clean does not mean there isn’t a pile of confusion next to it. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a pig. I am inefficient and am no longer living in denial believing that I am well ordered.
To my credit, the house looks better than it did, but I’m still working on it. Slowly. Very very slowly. So, if you come by, please just remember that I’m a nice person and liquor is available.
I knit quite a bit on some fingerless mitts for my dear friend Max’s birthday Sunday. I got one done and am working on the other one, so obviously they’re a tad late. I’ll get a picture as soon as I have a bit of light. He’s not getting them until they’re both completed and I get a picture. (new rule, no gifting without pix).
My soundtrack for this Monday morning? Lovin’ Spoonful and “Daydream”. The title reference is almost half way through the video. Too weird.
Have a good one!