First, I would like to congratulate myself on my excellent choice of spouse, which is to say, Dearest Husband, I love you ever so much and I am so lucky to have you as my partner even after the latest Cheryl-induced disaster, at which you chose to giggle instead of threatening severe consequences.

It took every towel we owned to sop up the mess. What you see here is the second round of towels on the floor.

If you ever feel the need to clean your whirlpool jets, I recommend staying in the room while it runs. Even if you fill the tub beyond the level of the jets. Even if you’ve already run the jets for a minute or two to ensure that there there is enough water in the tub. EVEN IF you’ve set the timer downstairs so you wouldn’t forget to check it in fifteen minutes. Tuns out it doesn’t take long for your lovely, relaxing, swirly whirlpool to become a wildly spouting fire hydrant.

Almost There

Last night, I had 204 hexes finished up and ready to attach to each other. Woot woot for me!

But when I started laying everything out on the table, I realized that I needed four more in order to make it all work out. I won’t even begin to tell you how complicated I managed to make the process by which I laid everything out, or how many times I had to go over every row to make sure that I didn’t repeat colors, or how long it took me to figure out that it just wasn’t going to work and I’d have to make a few more.

The thing is, I was so very low on yarn that I wasn’t sure I was going to have enough to finish up the four more I had left. And lemme tell you, it was close. The final hexagon was only completed because I found a cast off hexagon that I had ear marked for the smallest yarn monster who was constantly grabbing and running off with them. Of course, I’m still thinking I might make it a bit bigger, so that would require thirteen more skeins, but we’ll see.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to link them all together. I’m thinking either a crab stitch border in orange, or mattress stitching them which is more in keeping with the original afghan.

For Every Thing There is a Season

For the first time in quite a number of years, I am not teaching during the Fall semester. Although I enjoyed teaching, I’ve also enjoyed ushering in the Fall with the kids. It had been wonderful to truly appreciate these amazing September mornings with the morning sun mottled by fog providing a chill crispness to the air without having to worry about the stress of preparing lesson plans or grading. I think it will be a while before I’ll feel the need to teach again.

And just in time to arrive with the change of season, it appears that I have developed a nasty early autumn cold. Of course, with my current parasitic infestation–otherwise known as baby number three–I can’t take anything, so it looks like a weekend in for me with no socialization and plenty of tea… thank goodness I have my trusty tea warmer at the ready!

Luckily, Cosy, brought some amazing new tea, evidently a brand new favorite in this house if the fact that there are only a few more bags left is any real indicator. It makes the entire house smell wonderful, a bit like sassafras/rootbeer with hints of vanilla. Thank you for the tea, Cosy, and uh, it looks like I owe you an entire supply, since I’m assuming you didn’t purposefully leave it here. Luckily, Montana Tea sells their wares online… yippee for me!

Sniffle sniffle.

Cuz You Had a Bad Day

Got back from the vacation late yesterday afternoon… and what a vacation it was! Hurricane Hanna skirted up and over the Outer Banks and left most of everything intact. The whole family anxiously watched the weather reports for nearly two weeks before our trip, and with all the worry about whether or not the islands would be evacuated-thankfully the storm blew through earlier in the morning the day we were to arrive-not one of us gave any thought at all to how difficult it might be to drive through a raging hurricane. So in case any of you were wondering how that played out, let me assure you, there are many things I would prefer to do again than to drive with my babies on 495 around DC going 35mph through torrential downpours with winds whipping us left and right while watching the vehicles ahead of us hydroplaning out of control and flipping over several times before coming to rest upside down in the ditch. We pulled off the road, had lunch, and seriously considered vacationing for a week in a hotel right off the beltway… we weren’t even sure we’d need a pool. Luckily, the storm passed, the winds died down, and my nerves calmed enough that we were able to continue our drive and by the time we made it to the tippy top of the first island, the sun was out and the sky was blue. In the end, a good time was had by all, even if we were a little sad to see the week go by so very quickly.

Of course, today, our first full day back home, had to be a wash out. Before editing, I had a long, self-indulgent list of all of all the weary woes gathered during the day, but I think I can condense it down to these two items: I did not get more than three hours of sleep last night, and my beloved powerbook heaved its last breath. There is one more rather important event, but I just can’t bring myself to talk about it right now.

Sigh… no pictures today, once again. But tomorrow… a shiny new macbook! And a lovely 200 Gg external drive in the mail!

The exclamation points are almost convincing, no?

Busy… At Least I Thought I Was

I was _really_ hoping to have some pictures to go along with this post, but the camera’s battery is dead, and I can not for the life of me find the charger. I’m getting a little worried about that, since we’re leaving for vacation at 4 am on Saturday, that is, if Hanna doesn’t force us to evacuate–or not even visit–Hatteras Island, where we’re planning on spending the week.


But it was an incredibly busy day none-the-less. I baked six loaves of Ciabatta, I made a double recipe of Spuma do Tonno, pureed and strained a gallon of Creamy Tomato-Basil Soup, set nine pound of peaches in the crock pot for peach butter, and managed to keep the kitchen passably clean the entire time. Actually, now that I have it all listed, it doesn’t sound like that much. But it was. And I’m tired. And I still need to take one more pass at the kitchen before I’ll feel OK about going to bed. But, oh, I’m sitting now, and it’s so hard to even think about getting up.

Tomorrow: packing, packing packing… oh, that is after laundry, laundry, laundry. Hurricane be damned. I’ll stay in a Motel Six somewhere in Kentucky, but I’m going on vacation for a week, and I’m bringing my own food and I’ll have clean clothes!

Hopefully, fingers crossed, pictures tomorrow.