Life today also includes a cherry pie (baking right now, before the day heats up), putting the bean trellis back together, Day 1 of Precept's Leviticus study, and knitting. Of course it includes knitting. I hope to have a pattern to test knit by the end of the week, so I will see what small project I can put together from my stash. This week has seen the Maplewood Mittens, Spruce Mittens, and a Norwegian Stash Hat come off my needles. My LYS should have yarn in sometime next week for two personal projects, too. I'm looking forward to it. It's nice to have space in one's knitting calendar, and it's also nice not to spend most of one's knitting time figuring out what to make next.
Another project today is cutting a king sized quilt from the thrift store down to a twin bed size. (Don't panic, Dawn. It's bright pink on one side, medium pink on the other, and is otherwise unremarkable. No quilter's feelings or hard labor will be harmed in the dissection of this quilt) It has only one thing going for it over the quilt it is replacing ... it fits into a household washing machine. Hopefully this bit of sewing will not turn into a total neglect of the rest of the household in favor of sewing ALL the things. Like the Roman shades I am idly planning for the downstairs, once the walls and ceiling are re-drywalled. No date for that yet. I'm not holding my breath, nor am I moving all the books and furniture out yet. Color me pessimistic, but I think the work on the street may finish up first. Speaking of which ... the street on the other side of the highway from us lost it's top yesterday. Sidewalks, curb, asphalt ... all sitting in a nice pile outside of town in a field by the grain elevator. The secondary water supply is in place -- a cute little blue pipe attached to the fire hydrant on the corner, and from thence across back yards for supplying the individual homes. Where it crosses streets, it's tucked in under a nice comforter of gravel. Speed bumps for the morning paper boy!
My State Fair entries are all ready to be dropped off. Since I have a spinning wheel up in St. Paul, I'm hoping to drop off my entries this year rather than mail them in. Drop off the knitting, pick up the spinning, go to IKEA (which I've never been to, even though it seems just like my kind of store) ... a nice day trip. My fair offerings this year fall more into the 'humble submissions' category rather than 'exquisite craftsmanship', for the most part. I am looking forward to sleuthing around on Ravelry to find the prizewinners!
Dog-wise friends ... got any wisdom for the perplexed owner of a dog who has decided that anything that remotely sounds like a chirping smoke alarm (such as a single squeak of an oven shelf expanding as the oven heats up) is grounds for racing upstairs in a panic?