There is going to be a four day wait for the kitchen cabinets but I am not unhappy about it. It's so that the finish can be given a chance to cure properly, and who can argue with that. This gives me a chance to go to metalcraft. I've missed it the last two weeks, last week for a doctor's appointment that was made months ago before the time slot of the metalcraft class was carved out of the day, so to speak, and week before in order to be here to pick out paint, countertop materials, wood, and various other details that I couldn't entrust to DH who is not able to see the full spectrum of colors. Tan, green and yellow all look the same to him.
I'm still trying to bring myself to smash the remaining green ware. Some of it is so darned cute that I don't want to give up on it. If all the pieces were to turn into stuffed toys overnight, my dilemma would be over.
I've not been knitting at all. To add some snap to that otherwise obsessional activity, I ordered yarns from a solar dyeing maven in the Northern Realms. She has been trying to mentor me through doing this down here as well, but her yarns just are so delicious looking that they are irresistible. Of course this breaks the yarn diet! *Rolls Eyes* Diets are made to be broken.
I really try to be all nicey nicey on this blog and not mention the real world. But we live in it. In fact we are mired in it. I am grumpy because I can only have malt balls on Sunday, a self imposed draconian regulation that has me with no one to blame. I'm also grumpy because I wanted a woman candidate running for president, and I wanted Bush and Cheney impeached, and I didn't want Corporations to have the rights of individuals under the law, and I want the damn Writ back and the Constitution, and I didn't want our country going through another war for that black and sticky stuff that doesn't even taste good much less smell good. It's not called crude for no reason.
Just watch all the hedge funds buy up the world's farm lands and the grain elevators and the fertilizer companies and drive small farmers completely off the planet. BUT!! We can fight back by supporting local farmers, and all their products. We have to do this for our children and ourselves. We just have to.
Happy Birthday L. We lub u. You are not part of the title. I don't freak when I think of you. I smile.
Remembering the good times of Ryzom, and you This is sort of a birthday cake, lights up and multi colored.
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