I should be working. But now that I’ve escaped our messy home; I feel inspired to write, for fun. I need to fill out the census form (late), pay some bills, and do taxes. All of which I tried to do at home but kept feeling annoyed and distracted by socks and dishes and things.
Monday is always a total carnage situation of domestic sloppiness at our house. I usually plan cleaning, not paperwork because of the Monday mess. But for some reason I imagined that today I could ignore it and at least work on the taxes.
Not so. I’ve run off to a cafe with wi-fi. I came actually for a croissant. But then arrived and wanted asiago bread. I’ve been known to drive 50 miles for croissants.
I no longer feel sick. But I’m tired. And this does not make for a lot of productive housework. Friday I hung shelves in the laundry room. They’re nice and level, though way too high for anything but storage. Then Saturday I felt exhausted and sat on the couch doing taxes.
I pulled DD out of ballet. She’s annoyed. So am I. She wants to go, and just goof off. I think if she’s going to go and we’re going to pay tuition her teacher should teach, not babysit the toddler they allowed to enroll. Anyway, too late to join a new program this season. And it’s time for swim lessons.
DD has developed a sudden aversion to water. She screams in the bathtub and says she does not want swim lessons – which is exactly why she needs them. I taught swim lessons when I was a teen. So in theory I could teach her. But it has been my experience that things go much more smoothly if the instructor is a stranger. Kids are weird like that.
I am going to continue to ignore the charcoal colored, elastic/cotton hat knitting attempt. I’m now on the lookout for organic cotton for a pattern that may or may not be more simple.
I started a hood/cowl thing in bamboo silk blend for me, mainly because I had the yarn and sort of a pattern. The Silk Fountain Hood pattern confused me. So I’m just knitting a very simple lace pattern, which is working out fine. Though by the time I finish I may have to throw the cowl in with the winter clothes and down into the basement until next year.
DH is impatient for me to become a better knitter. He wants a new hat.
I pruned the cherry tree and have been gathering the sucker branches to make a compost bed. It is far from a work of beautiful manicured gardening. But in my opinion, preparing compost for future caprice salad ingredients is more important.
Off to the census.











