I think we have managed to get the "visitor" to leave. It was a reluctant visitor, only wanting out if it could ever find a way back out.
It was a baby, and must have been terrified to be inside all by itself. I'm glad now that it's left. I only saw it once when it tried to hide under the stove a couple of nights ago. I'm happy to know it has escaped and is now with it's own family. DH opened the back door and pulled the stove out to the middle of the kitchen. We didn't see it leave, but in two nights, it's not touched the food - Rice Crispies which it liked - and water we left out nightly for it. Go in Peace little earthling...
Knitting. I've frogged back the same cable row (25 I think) twice but now finished it last night and it looks pretty good. An inability to concentrate is my only real excuse. This is a tough time to be trying to concentrate on double twisting cables! I hope that I don't end up hating this sweater yet again!
The Postcards are going to be cut out and fussy cut (finally) today. I'm packing off more greenware to Ceramics again. Yay! Less stuff here! I so need less stuff here. I'm tired of using half the great room for anything but living space.
This is what happens when your tiny markets get jumped on by a 60 ton gorilla; you have lots of "stuff" left with no where to sell. Now I know how South and Central American Countries feel, and Jamaica....Ooops, a little rant.
I had a filmfest yesterday. DH and I both watched
Wrist Cutters last night. It's not something to watch if you are suicidal or a teenager - I don't think - and if you do watch it, skip through all the previews for some REAAALLY awful gory stuff that shouldn't even be considered the same genre. The movie itself is fascinating, the acting is good, and the story line keeps you guessing about the true identity of some folks called the P.I.C.. I'm going to watch it again because I'm intrigued by how it all fits together in it's intricate little ways.
I also watched a movie based on a book by Maive Binchy called, "
How About You". This film sports a very interesting story about four people in a residential home, and how they get back their lives with the help of a no-nonsense younger sister of the owner. They help her out, too. There's some great acting in this British film.
That's what I've been up to, except I'm also gathering material for my book. No, not
The Great American Novel, which I will never write, too gory my life, but the scrap book for Jazzie.
Ta!