Tom took a vacation day today in order to get tomorrow off for his nephew's wedding so I went to get a card and do my regular shopping plus a stop at the credit union to deposit his work shoes check. They reimburse him for his work shoes. While there I just did all the banking I had coming up this week so I don't have to go back at all.
When we got home I went out back, tied up some tomato plants and mowed around the garden and the garage. Zach does a good job mowing but he's too timid about mowing too close to things. Me, I'm practically a maniac when it comes to mowing too close. I don't mow down my plants but I get really, really close to them. Now he's out there finishing up the mowing. Tomorrow I'll do the weed-eating. It's way too late to plant my flower garden so I'll just focus on getting the ground ready for next year.
Zach requested tacos tonight which is a pretty easy meal but uses up a dozen dishes so I have to find the kitchen counter before I can even begin. Beginning with emptying out the dishwasher so I can fill it up again. But I think I'll take a break before tackling it.
I'm still working on the bathroom curtain, trying to figure out a pattern I like. I think I finally found something. It's fairly easy and has an open weave pattern that isn't too transparent. I should get back to Zach's sweater, too. I dread it because the gauge is off and I have to figure it out as I go. My biggest problem with raglan sweaters is my length gauge. For some reason my width will be spot on but my length will be too many stitches per inch and I end up with an armhole somewhere around the waist.
I'd love to go put my feet up and knit for a bit but Tom is in the living room and is all stretched out on the couch, which is the only seating that fits in there. No room for a chair. Plus he's changing channels every few minutes. I wonder if that is embedded in the Y chromosome as my dad has done that as far back as I can remember. My mother lamented she never gets to watch an entire show.
Well, I'll figure something out. Maybe I'll just empty the dishwasher now since I don't have anything else to do.
TTFN
When we got home I went out back, tied up some tomato plants and mowed around the garden and the garage. Zach does a good job mowing but he's too timid about mowing too close to things. Me, I'm practically a maniac when it comes to mowing too close. I don't mow down my plants but I get really, really close to them. Now he's out there finishing up the mowing. Tomorrow I'll do the weed-eating. It's way too late to plant my flower garden so I'll just focus on getting the ground ready for next year.
Zach requested tacos tonight which is a pretty easy meal but uses up a dozen dishes so I have to find the kitchen counter before I can even begin. Beginning with emptying out the dishwasher so I can fill it up again. But I think I'll take a break before tackling it.
I'm still working on the bathroom curtain, trying to figure out a pattern I like. I think I finally found something. It's fairly easy and has an open weave pattern that isn't too transparent. I should get back to Zach's sweater, too. I dread it because the gauge is off and I have to figure it out as I go. My biggest problem with raglan sweaters is my length gauge. For some reason my width will be spot on but my length will be too many stitches per inch and I end up with an armhole somewhere around the waist.
I'd love to go put my feet up and knit for a bit but Tom is in the living room and is all stretched out on the couch, which is the only seating that fits in there. No room for a chair. Plus he's changing channels every few minutes. I wonder if that is embedded in the Y chromosome as my dad has done that as far back as I can remember. My mother lamented she never gets to watch an entire show.
Well, I'll figure something out. Maybe I'll just empty the dishwasher now since I don't have anything else to do.
TTFN
4 comments:
There is something about that emptying thing - empty the dishwasher, refill. Empty the laundry basket, refill. Empty the trash can, refill. Perhaps the repetitiveness is what makes housework such a chore, my least favorite thing to do. Vacuum, sweep, dust. Repeat.
And no respite from it as it has to be done every day. No weekends off. sigh
I absolutely love NOT having a dishwasher and wouldn't have it any other way. It's almost as awesome as not having television. By the way, I too support marriage equality, so you are definitely being followed.
Thank you, Elliot. I wouldn't mind not having a dishwasher but I knit while watching tv so I would miss that. Thanks for stopping by!
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