” Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.”
Whoo hoo hoo! Monday I cleaned the house. For two glorious hours it remained clutter free. Autumn sunbeams shone through windows and lit upon dust-free surfaces. My Little Pony toys rescued from the bathtub were corraled in their tote. Cast off clothing no longer littered the halls and bedrooms. But Fate, it would seem, had other plans and the universe remedied this unnatural state of cleanliness by way of a big yellow school bus delivering the girls. Well crap. Not much else to say on that subject.
Yesterday I dissassembled the trampoline while under strict supervision. Everybody’s a critic.
The metal frame for the trampoline and net enclosure frame were neatly stacked next to a broken futon frame where they waited patiently to be picked up for scrap metal.
I waited too, albeit not so patiently, for the person who never showed or called. Urgh. But the time wasn’t completely wasted. I frogged back a scarf/shawl which wasn’t working out as planned. Grander designs are necessary for this lovely yarn.
And a hat was knitted for the Christmas box, courtesy of Stephanie’s “unoriginal” pattern (her name, not mine). The yarn is some alpaca mix that I spun last month.
Now that I’ve been dissed by the metal man I think I’ll go grocery shopping and buy lots of chocolate. Chocolate… it’s not just for breakfast.