- I finished knitting my second TitBit. Done in Rowan PureLife Organic Cotton, I think someone will enjoy its softness.
- I finished the body of the Eyelet Baby Blanket and am working on the ruffled edge. I noticed Blue Sky Alpacas had posted an important pattern alert and my heart did a nosedive. Thankfully I'm ready to start Row 3 (where the error is noted) and all is well.
- Cool weather.... I need to knit more socks. I remembered that I wore a huge hole in one of my favorite pairs last year and I need more. So does the hubster and mom.
The hubster can get gift certificates for WalMart through the points reward system at his work. So, he ordered $75 worth this week and we went grocery shopping there this morning. I have to admit that I'm not crazy about their business practices, so we don't go there very often.
We were armed with a grocery list, a receipt from our last trip to the neighborhood grocery (for price comparisons) and our reusable bags (why aren't more people doing this???).
We had a successful trip. We did NOT buy
- everything in sight (I should have had more for breakfast)
- items that were priced higher than our neighborhood grocery (hence the receipt for reference -- ever the librarian)
- unnecessary items, except that box of the Pillsbury Savorings that was a-cheaper than our neighborhood grocery and b-we had a $1 coupon.
- Did I mention the 8oz round of President Brie? That was the last of the unnecessary items.
I refrained from
- correcting children behaving badly
- correcting children driving carts badly
- correcting parents driving carts badly
- wresting the cell phone from the young woman who blocked the aisle while shopping and talking during her ENTIRE time in the store
- grabbing the hubster by his collar when he wanted to rush the older lady pulling selecting the toilet paper package larger than herself and getting it into her cart (light, but a little awkward and she clearly did not want help)
- taking a step backwards when a customer parked her cart right on my butt when in the checkout line. Soooo very tempting.
This is not like my hometown WalMart, where every two feet you run into someone you know and have to visit for 15 minutes. However, much like shopping at the hometown WalMart, I carefully planned the shopping so frozen and refrigerated stops were last.
Whew.
The weather is lovely and sometime around midweek, before 40+ of my dearest friends and colleagues arrive for a conference here, winter or something like it is supposed to attack descend on Kansas City. Greeeeeat. Bring layers, your umbrella, and your overshoes, just in case.
And did I mention that for some irrational reason, the noise of a vacuum cleaner just gives me the heebie jeebies? Joel is wonderful about doing the vacuuming, but today he decided that post-Laura's naptime would be a great time to do it. I'm sitting in the living room, trying to wake up, and he's vacuuming. My first reaction is to ask him what the heck he's doing, but he wouldn't hear me. We'll skip my second reaction, which isn't pretty, but involves destroying said machine. My third reaction is to retreat to the bedroom and lock the door.
I do none of the above. I pick up my knitting baskets, the cat toys and other items on the living room floor and then go snuggle with Portia, who also dislikes the vacuum cleaner. We snuggle in the sunlight and try to ignore the noise. I like Portia's plan.
