No rest for the wicked, is there? The paint wasn’t even dry on my early Mother’s Day surprise and the kids were already talking about doing something similar for Father’s Day — which means that I’ll be recruited. What shall we do? He’ll be gone the weekend before Father’s Day, from sometime Friday until late, late Sunday, so we’d probably have enough time to tackle our bedroom. Wouldn’t it be nice to give his studio a sprucing up, though? And there’s the old upstairs kitchen (the house had been a two-family residence on and off for years, and that room is now mostly storage) that needs a new ceiling (thanks to the roofers from hell — but that’s another story) and other stuff, and has been weighing on our minds. We have a little time to think about it, but also need to come up with a plan of action.
I spent a little time in the garden yesterday, pulling weeds (never ends) and transplanting some hostas and lamb’s ear. It was a nice day. After that, I came in and finished seaming Cecil and weaving in the rest of the ends between folding loads of laundry. All I need are buttons!
We waited for A to come home from work before we ate last night, so it was quite late — someone commented on our eating dinner at 7:40 p.m.! After that, the rest of the night flew right by! I was able to knit a bit while watching a little TV. I’m about half-finished with the second pattern section on the front. I ought to be able to finish that off and get into the third section tonight. I might have that finished by Mother’s Day…
