and that’s “patient” as in “not impatient”. My little reward of the day was seeing a little bit of Darwinism at work. I was in the parking lot at Home Depot, and walked past a guy who was trying to load two garage doors into his minivan. To his credit, he was at least trying to go in through the back door, but honestly, the garage doors had to be twice as long as the inside of the van. (They were all folded up in cardboard boxes but looked to be about 24 feet long.) I thought to myself, there’s no way that’s going to work, but when I came out fifteen minutes later, he was just tying the red ribbon on the back of the doors that had to be sticking at least 10 feet out the back door of his van. (Don’t try to tell me that the math doesn’t work. I am taking Artistic License.) He had used tie downs to keep the van door from flapping up and down- score a point for that- but he hadn’t bothered to secure the ends of the packages similarily. Because of the weight of the hangover, I’m not confident that one bump in the road wouldn’t cause a loss of cargo. I did not drive behind him on the way home.
So what was I doing at Home Depot? The usual; looking for something I couldn’t find, and then looking for something else I couldn’t find (an employee to help me find what I was looking for). Later in the day I took my requisite 2 trips to Sutherland Hardware (an adventure all in itself) (2 because I never get hardware right on the first trip), and now the headboard is attached to the bed, and the Ikea-approved assembly team is upstairs right now assembling wardrobes. Yes, we should be living out of our new master suite (all except the shower) by tomorrow afternoon.
Here’s yesterday morning:
and here’s this morning:
and here’s the front entryway this morning:
But probably the most exciting thing to happen at Chez Under Sask Skies this week is:
There is no picture of the “gone” because, well, the dumpster was gone and I was too busy doing my Happy Dance to take a picture of a blank space. That and Andy drove into the driveway for the first time in 3 and a half months, and I don’t need a picture of his car.
Now it’s just painting touchups and other little things for the contractor to do. Three cheers and a tiger for us! I asked Mike if he would undertake a renovation again, and he mumbled something about his body and it being dead and something over it, but I would do it again. Maybe not tomorrow, and not this house, but yes, I have that much of a masochistic streak in me.
How can we tell that Geoff has come home for the weekend?
because everyone need their tv mounted to the wall in the bedroom
He’s really not as cranky as he looks here.
What Geoff does when we let him out of the attic.
Geoff was wondering why, when he was in high school, we freaked out when he wanted to run cables in the attic and hang speakers and other stereo stuff on the walls and ceilings. Something about credibility and experience, I suppose.
Since knitting has actually occurred (Call Ripley’s! Judy’s been knitting!) here’s what’s resulted:
If this looks fuzzy, just squint.
And because I am so happy with the way these turned out, here’s more:
Also inside out.
And in the great outdoors:
These are the Fake Isle Hat, with just a few modifications. I used black Patons Classic Wool and Silk Garden, and reversed the colours in the second hat. I also switched up the ribbing to a 2-by-2 instead of 3-by-1. And for the very astute among you, the lower hat is indeed the larger size and with a fold-up brim. Andy showed a little interest in the smaller one, but declined to commit to wearing one should someone knit it for him. I’m not falling into that trap.
So, toques completed, I spent the better part of yesterday fondling some Silk Garden Lite and some Noro Yuzen that are calling to me. By Sunday I should be able to access my knitting books and patterns, and get going on the Next Big Thing. (or small thing. whatever.) Only a crazy person would pack things away for a renovation and not leave all her knitting stuff within reach. (sound of cackling laughter here.) And now I must go and mumble dogface to the banana patch.
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