...sorta. I've been stuck under one of those hideous seasonal migraines that change with the weather, and growling at everyone. So, imagine me repeating 'fuck' ten thousand times, and that's about what the last week's worth of blog posts would be.
So much for that blogging daily thing. Har.
Thanksgiving and Food Season are coming up, though, and that always gives me lots to blog about. I have hopes for more interesting... something. Soon.
If not I can always blog about the history of the toilet; I've been reading again. (FEAR IT!)
For about a year now, we've been letting the Goob get up alone in the morning since she does it at the asscrack of dawn. We would make sure the TV was set to something appropriate so she could turn it on, and we've always been pretty good about safety. Then one of us would get up an hour or so later. We trusted her to behave, and for most of the year, she did. Then, in the last couple weeks, she's been getting up to No Good. Nothing TRULY horrible that involved destruction of property, just things she knew she wasn't supposed to do. Then, earlier this week, I found this series of photos on my camera:
Since then I've been getting up with her. This morning? A QUARTER TO SEVEN. AM. ON A SUNDAY. There ought to be a law. (May get that last photo printed and framed for the in-laws this Christmas. It's too perfectly hilarious not to.)
The husbeast, in Son of Gadget mode, went out and bought a bunch of cables of various kinds, and, well, what with one thing and another...
(Please note matching cowlicks on the backs of our heads. It also may be obvious where the kid's curls come from.) That's me playing Plants vs. Zombies on my computer, using the TV as a monitor. Good fun. I still need to run Civilization and see how that works. Bet it looks awesome.
We have yet to buy living room furniture. I want to wait until the holidays (read: big, unexpected expenses) are over before doing financing, but, well, I may knuckle under and do it sooner. I can't handle having the main room of my house furnished with mismatched stuff from GoodWill and various family basements. It's starting to make me twitch. (Remember, this is on top of a year living in other people's houses and unfurnished apartments.) NEED BOOKSHELVES.
One thing migraines are good for, with me: Fiber. I tend to hole up with some movies or TV shows (Warehouse 13 reruns, in this case) and knit or spin in an attempt to ignore everything. So I get stuff done. I finished the Clown Vomit silk scarf yesterday; need to get a photo. It's gloriously awful. Like a lava lite, but different. I also finished spinning this:
It's a mixture of alpaca, firestar, and angelina (you can kinda see the sparkles) from The Critter Ranch. This is the second batt of theirs I've spun, and their stuff is wonderful. Fast shipping, and a really good combination of glitz and soft; if you add too much angelina to a batt, it can get scratchy, but theirs are soft as a baby's butt. Also, batts have to be packed carefully or they get all snarled and useless: Critter Ranch's batts always arrive beautifully perfect and ready to spin. In fact, they've spoiled me; lately I've been unhappy with other batts so I may be buying from them exclusively. At least until I get my own drum carder, heh heh heh.
After I finished the alpaca (which may get knit into a scarf for the Goob's developmental shrink), I started on some merino top I'd dyed myself:
This is getting spun into my usual chain-plied sock yarn, to knit socks for myself. I'm doing a lot of sock knitting lately. It's quite mindless, and I love it so.
That's about it for now. Hopefully the weather will be leveling off soon (I'd welcome three feet of snow; it cleans the air like a giant filter as it falls, and the temperature would stay steady). Brace for more blog posts about plants, by the way: I found the botany section at the used book store this week.