We've mostly moved, at least as far as house stuff. Thank goodness we didn't have a deadline, as his cars are all still there. My suggestions in previous years that he should start moving them had no effect, of course. He's done a lot of car racing on computer since his last day at work ( Read more... )

Still haven't made cinnamon rolls ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about doing some simple doll clothes for Syb's new Barbie, her first, but of course almost all my yarn is at the other house. I had been hoping I would find that tube knitter I used as a child myself, but I may have gotten rid of that -- years ago, likely ( Read more... )

Lists of things I am supposed to do, actually likely to do, am doing, have done, and will have done again.

Whining.

Anti-whining.

Was that a cold-coming-on sneeze or a why-did-you-make-dust-yesterday sneeze this morning?

Still moving.

Maybe it's a good day for A Murder is Announced (Miss Marple) and some knitting.

I've sanded three kits-worth of miniature furniture: a double dresser, a night stand, and a glass-doored bookcase. Next week, stain selection ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was able to get two hoses out of the back yard (close by the house; anything further out has probably been mowed) and I salvaged three quick connect pieces from them. One of the hoses has lost part of its outer layer here and there but the other, longer one seems whole and can be used ( Read more... )

My counters are covered with blueberries. Again. Either we're going to have to eat a lot more blueberry waffles, or we're going to have to practice more cobbler/crisp recipes.

or both.

Years ago I bought something called a summer daffodil that wasn't iirc (and I may not) actually in the daffodil family (I think not the narcissus stuff being sold as a summer daffodil now) but it never bloomed. I lost track of it, thought it was the plant in the shade with kind of a lily-like stalk, but that has finally bloomed (at the other house ( Read more... )

I've never been so aware of the seasons changing as I am this year. Last winter I could hardly wait for the long days of summer. This 'summer' it started being hot so early that it feels like summer just went straight to fall. The days started getting shorter before I expected them to; I'm turning lights on in the morning and evening and feeling ( Read more... )

When we're traveling *from* here, I look at the mileposts and subtract the number for the one closest to *there* and think, "So many miles to go ( Read more... )