Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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I prescribe lots of Vitamin C and Echinacea for The Queen. And chicken soup. And hot tea. And take two aspirin and blog me in the mornin'. (Excited and scared at the same time about MS&W, that is. That sounded sorta weird, if read out of context!) ;-)
(If two comments are good, three are better, right?) Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Saturday, April 29, 2006 Things To Do Before Maryland Sheep & Wool List Defeat Cold that is trying to invade body Oh God - Call P - P? I’m sorry! I’ve just been Personal bookkeeping, banking & bill paying Pet licenses - Or Else Car repair (Monday) Select and order DVD projector (shouldn’t be hard but is) Do other library banking Finish SRC brochure and get to printer Finish Disaster Plan One storyhour Get story and storyboard to Mama Get LD’s birthday gift Plan (& shop for) party dinner Laundry (ubiquitous) Stash inventory + set $pending limit for festival Pack I may as well succumb to my absurd love of lists and just keep one running till I feel another of those sweet wide open times when nothing really has to get done. Of course, I am no brain surgeon so nothing ever has to be done – though, if I did nothing I might lose my job. Then I might find out what really doing nothing is like. So – bear with me a while, as I try to stay on task with my list obsessions and the ordinary, but mounting excitement that is the week before the BIGGEST FIBER FESTIVAL IN AMERICA!! So. I didn’t get a short haircut this month but I’ve scheduled a long appointment next month so we can try short and then if we need to, go shorter. And I got just enough of a trim to tidy up – but long hair is the pits on a 50 year old face. Also – I forgot that I really do need to prepare Himself about the New Look. He’ll advise against it anyway and he’ll complain afterwards. He would if I came home looking like Angelina Jolie, but that’s not the point. Usually I never say a thing when I change my hairstyle – just present him with the fait accompli and both of us grit our teeth till it grows out. I’m trying to manage change better this time. There is always room for hope – no matter what your age or situation. I had two lovely ladies come for a spinning lesson yesterday afternoon. I was pleased that the house was so sparkling clean but alas, it reeked. I’d forgotten to get in a supply of household cleaner and all the Mb+$S could find was a small bottle of Lysol, bought to fight blackspot on the roses. Eeegads. I thought I’d never get the smell out of the house. But they were nice, the wind blew through the chilly, but less-reeking house, and we all had some nice 2ply yarn to show for our efforts. And now I have to go in to work – for I take one Saturday every other month. It’s a short day but I’m really dragging and would far rather spend it sleeping in my still sparkling but now non-reeking house. At least I can go to bed early tonight. We will all chant a “No Colds” mantra for TheQueen. She is too busy to get sick now. posted by Bess | 11:54 AM |
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