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I have packed up the tea cabinet.

Additional tea stash

This is a feat precariously balanced between AWESOME! and SUCK! because if I run out of my carefully set-aside packets of green tea in the middle of this move, I will not be held responsible for my actions. While I can wake up as early as the next bird to start working, I often crash at about 3:00pm and need just a bit of caffeine to jump my batteries back into action before I decide that the whole moving thing is just too much of a hassle, and maybe we could just live in the rented U-Haul for a couple days? (Not too much caffeine, or I’ll start acting like a five-year-old after Halloween candy, but with more tweak.) There is the easy way to move house, and then there’s the way that keeps Kathy from her mildly caffeinated elixur of goodness.

Things are moving along. I am sorting as I go, so as to not haul a bunch of crap I don’t want into the new house. I’m taking this as a sign of maturity and forethought, as it’s something I’ve never done before. In all my previous moves (seven of them, from going away to college at 18 up to moving into the current apartment at 24, once a year for seven years oh my god) I just threw stuff in boxes at the last possible minute and thought I’d sort through my crap when I got to my new place. Of course I didn’t go through the crap, I just stuffed it under the bed or into a closet or whatever passed for storage space wherever I lived. I was too excited to live in my new space and to hang my pictures and to put away my underwear to deal with boring stuff like the notes from past classes that I will never need but that I brought with me.

Not this time (for the most part).

Despite my essentially clutter-friendly nature, I’m really trying to keep my belongings out of my space and in whatever space I allow them. Following that, I’m really trying to keep the crap out of my belongings. If I don’t love it, it’s getting kicked out of the house. Posters that I got at a college poster sale? Gone. Picture frames I received as a gift that are not my style? Outta here. Notes from college classes? Seriously, I’m not going into politics or history, so I’m not keeping the PoliSci 341 notes any longer. My hope is that now that most of the crap is gone I’ll be able to better store my Actual Stuff neatly and securely, so that it doesn’t take over the living space. Any suggestions?

Mug shot
This is a mug shot.

I plan to document my … um, plan as I put it into practice, so maybe that will help keep me working on the clutter-free lifestyle I’ve heard is so fabulous. Watch for pictures, especially the early ones because this house we’re moving into has some fantastic wallpaper. And by fantastic I mean wacky-approaching-hideous. It’s going down.

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Things that have stopped working in my apartment, just before the big move:

The vacuum cleaner. It’s been dying a slow death for a while, but a week or so ago it finally gave up any pretense of functioning and filled the room with the smell of burning rubber. It wasn’t worth fixing, according to the repair guy, so of course we went and bought a shiny, spendy new vacuum cleaner. Because spending money is exactly what you want to do when you buy a house.

The microwave. It worked for me twice on Sunday morning, and by the time NinjaHusband got up to microwave his lunch, the damn thing was unresponsive. Makes me feel better about being an early riser. We’ve been going to our friend’s apartment down the hall to use his microwave this week, and the new house has a microwave already in it, so it hasn’t been too bad. Not laugh-a-minute fun, but not bad.

The computer. About a week and a half ago I was doing Things of Great Import on the computer (Raveling, probably) and the damn thing shut itself down and restarted itself 3 times within 10 minutes. Oh no. It continued to give us problems and I was convinced we would lose everything (what is this “back up your files” of which you speak?). Fortunately, our friends were getting rid of their damn good laptop that has like a million more GB than our desktop does, and we were able to transfer all our files off the desktop, onto the external hard drive, and then onto the laptop. I say “we” but it should be known that NinjaHusband did all the hard work. I just stood on the sidelines worrying.

The internet connection. I have no explanation for this one. The new laptop won’t recognize the … thinger. Cable? Ethernet? I don’t know. It does recognize wireless signals, so that’s a plus. I can internetize at work, at Panera, apparently at McDonald’s (though there are very few reasons I would set foot in a McDonald’s, and free internet isn’t one of them). Oddly enough, Borders makes you pay for their wireless, to which I say BOOHISS and am encouraging my Stitch-n-Bitch group to not pick Borders for our meetups again.

My digestion. Yeah. Stress hits me in the stomach, and has been for a couple weeks now. Can’t imagine why that could be.

The air conditioner. Birds nested in the air conditioner in late May and we, being the oversensitive vegan earthlovers that we are, couldn’t bear to forcibly evict the helpless little baby birds. The little baby birds grew into noisy, smelly bastardous birds and we told our landlords that yeah, maybe it’s time to kick them out and let us have our air conditioner back (not that it really worked that well in the first place). That finally happened after bugs started streaming out of the air conditioner unit, which was followed by the liberal application of Raid all over that wall. Landlords cleaned out the unit but haven’t installed a new one. So it’s hot. That’s the end of that story.

It strikes me as funny that the month of July should be so busy. Not just this year’s July, though it’s full of everything, but the month in general. Youngest sister’s birthday, NinjaHusband’s birthday, Mom’s birthday, wedding anniversary, blogiversary, we moved in together in July 3 years ago, we’re buying a damn house this year… and so forth.

Yeah, I missed my blogiversary yesterday. Hooray three years of blather! I was going to have a contest to celebrate, but my apartment looks like this:
Another bare shelf
and there is no way I’m digging through the boxes to find the prizes I have in mind. Maybe I’ll have a I-just-moved-into-a-house contest in a few weeks, when things are settled.

For now I’m going to keep packing and cleaning and hope that nothing else in my control stops working.

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One stitch short

I have returned from the delightful cabin trip to Michigan (we were in this general area), and I am happy.

We didn’t spend a lot of time up there, but the time we spent was awesome. We arrived late on Friday, having survived an hour of bumper-to-bumper sitting (during which we saw four teen-ish-age kids running along the shoulder of the highway oh my god. Idiots.). We went to Wick’s Apple House (and I fully expected them not to have a website) while it rained a bit and bought tasty delicious Vidalia onion-tomato-basil salad dressing, and “Bluebarb” preserves. When we got back to the cabin the weather had cleared up so we went canoeing around the lake, which was beautiful and fun. I love canoeing. I got only a little bit of sun, because it was about 5:00pm when we went out, and because I wore my (handmade) floppy sunhat.

There are no pictures of the canoeing. Some of you may remember the wine-glass incident; there is no way I am bringing my camera into a canoe.

I did, however, take pictures of the campfire because I came over all abstracty.


fire 13

On Sunday we all slept in until after 1:00pm. Maybe after 2:00pm. It was all overcast every time I woke up so I thought it was very early instead of very late, and there were no clocks. I had turned off my cell phone because I couldn’t get service, I didn’t know where other cell phones were, and there were seriously no clocks in the cabin. And it was LOVELY. I woke up first, ate some leftovers for breakfast, read my escapist fiction novel (the third book in this series), and just sat. I didn’t even knit, though I brought two knitting projects. It was lovely to be still, to be quiet, to not think of the many things that have been making me crazy in the past few weeks, and to just look outside and see green trees and a gentle lake.

I think part of my uptightness has to do with a lack of green space where I live. We are in one of four apartments on the second floor of a multi-business building close to downtown, surrounded on all sides by concrete, streets, and other buildings. We’ve been sleeping with our windows open since the weather got nicer — we hear everything, especially the very loud garbage truck that comes TWICE A WEEK OH MY GOD to pick up the trash in the dumpster (by which I mean “smash the dumpster into the ground a lot, very loudly, at 6:00am”) directly outside our bedroom window. This doesn’t make for a peaceful calm. I find that I breathe easier when I go to my parents’ house on seven acres in the middle of farmland, full of trees and green where it is very quiet. The noises there consist of bullfrogs, cattle, and the occasional coyote. It’s amazing.

Of course, another part of my uptightness is that when I do actually get around to knitting, I screw up.

I skipped one
Click through and see the explanatory and highly sarcastic notes

I forgot to knit a stitch on the Chosen-by-Blog sock, thanks to beer and good conversation, and didn’t realize it until about 9 rounds later.

rip rip rip

So I had to rip it back to where I had ignored that one stitch. And that made me a little uptight. As you might have guessed.

Anyhow, I’m back from the Land of Calm and am determined to bring Calm with me. So far (all of three days) it’s been working out pretty well. Deep breaths and forward thinking.

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I’m sorry for the blog silence these past few whatevers! I’m nuttily trying to finish eighteen billion things at once, so this post’s wondertwin power activates in the form of … LIST!

1. Remember this sock?
Rainbow waves sock 1, side 1

I finished the first one. Yeah, it doesn’t fit. I’m a little bit furious about it. Because it’s my fault entirely — I didn’t try the damn thing on (despite it being toe-up! and so easily tried on during the knitting process!) nor did I really swatch (because it’s socks! why would I swatch!). It lies in the “time-out” basket, and I weep.

2. The Chosen-by-Blog socks are coming along. I’m bringing them on my trip. Oh yes…

3. I’m going to Michigan tomorrow for a one-day conference in Ann Arbor, and coming home latelatelate on Wednesday night. It’s a 4.5 hour train ride (that’s one-way) and I’m taking a bunch of knitting. And a whack of podcasts.

4. Holy crap, I haven’t updated my ipod yet. Or chosen my knitting. Or showered. Or packed my bag.

5. The baby blanket
Almost Finished Starghan
and the baby hat
Blueberry Hat
have been given to the expectant mama, and they were a huge hit. Very exciting.

6. I recently bought a new bar of soap, chosen kind of on a whim. I remember having used it before (it’s this soap), but didn’t really remember it. When I got home and showered, I remembered when I last used this soap. It was on a trip to Oxford, England. And that’s extra awesome because I get to visit Femiknitter next week!

And now it is time for me to actually get my shit together and get ready for this conference!

(huge pre-THANK YOU to Mark and Amy for putting me up while I’m in town!)

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Thursday Three

My computer hasn’t killed me yet, so I assume it has either forgiven me for my transgression or it’s too dumb to even realize it’s been insulted. (It’s okay, I’m writing this from a different computer. Because I fear my possessions.) Our neighbors and sweet friends Adam and Beth have generously loaned us their not-in-use computer-slash-dust catcher, and I’m almost tempted to pull out the loaner laptop and taunt my old desktop with it. After I back up my files, of course.

Today I’m starting something new: the Thursday Three. I think it’s going to be a glorious repository of my weekly randomness, but it might evolve into something else entirely. Who knows? Who does know? Not me.

Three Things I Did Last Weekend
1. I saw some really good friends
2. I took my shoes off outside and walked barefoot on grass for the first time in like 7 months
3. I definitely took this picture of three very awesome people:
How about that… three of them. It’s as if there is some kind of theme here.

Three New Yarns I Bought On Sale
1. Elsebeth Lavold Silky Wool (in poppy and in natural, for an eventual Me sweater)
Elsebeth Lavold Silky Wool
2. Cascade Sierra Quattro (in three colors, for a baby blanket)
Sierra Quattro
3. Maggi Knits Irish Maggi’s Cotton (in white and in hot pink, for a baby something)
white cotton boucle

Three Things I Love About Working Out
1. I have more energy!
2. Smoothies for breakfast!
3. Holy crap, I can fit into these pants!

Now I have to run, because I need to make sure I take off time from work on Friday, April 25th so I can behave inexplicably.

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It allows me to continue wearing my handknits.

and more snow

I actually threw a tantrum at work today when I noticed it was snowing. One of my co-workers walked past my cube and remarked on the nature of the precipitation, and we both flipped out a little, stomped our feet, wailed, and gnashed our teeth. Then we returned to our regularly-scheduled adulthood and felt a little better about things.

Adulthood has been kind of following me around this week, looking over my shoulder and making sure I’m doing age-appropriate things (most of the time). (I just realized that I pictured my Mom as the embodiment of my adulthood. What?) All week I’ve been looking at big expensive things to buy, trying to decide on things like where is the best place to live and how can we make that happen, thinking about taxes and school districts, and tonight I bought life insurance. Adulthood has caught up with me. Terrific.

This weekend should be a little more relaxed, though. I’m really looking forward to washing some knitwear (hello Adulthood, yes, I am now the most boring person EVER), because when you wear a hat through two winters and don’t give it a wash, this can happen:

I don’t recommend looking too closely… it might reach out and grab you.

By Monday I should have more to talk about, including what became of these:

Assemble the ingredients!

clicking clacking needles

Have a great weekend, duders.

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Pardon the grumble, folks, I had a crappy New Year’s. I got a cold on Sunday and it laid me out in such a disgusting manner that not even I wanted to be near me. It was the all-state snot-producing championships, and I was the winner.


Moving on!

I’ve been debating about whether to state out loud any sort of “new year’s resolutions” type stuff, because I always fall down and fail to reach my goals and bruise my ego in the process. But I also want to reach for something, because that makes the crappy parts of the year easier to deal with.

In theory.


I’m stating out loud what I want this year to hold. First off I give you my…

and they are:

Next Year's goals

Yes, I’ve decided that I’ve mastered the hell out of ribbing (witness here, here, and here) and it’s time to move on to other techniques. Like the cables and the fair isles.

Also this year I plan to:

  • Finish my doula training by December 31st, 2008
  • Learn to operate a hot air balloon
  • Buy a house
  • Become fluent in three new languages
  • Get my ass into shape so I don’t hurt all the damn time
  • Completely master several martial arts and become a ninja
  • Seriously, knit from my stash and save some money
  • You’ve got to pad the list a little bit. Give yourself permission to fail at a few things.

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