a little joy, knowing the food I make for us is local, healthy, and homemade.

a little joy, to watch the cat lay claim to the merino wool sweater I just bought (with plans to unravel it for the yarn). She thinks it makes the Best Bed…..

Hugs to you, and glad the sun is shining again for you.

In the big picture, I am grateful for my son, Gabriel and how much he’s growing up. He’s almost two, and is changing so much these days. In just the past week or two he has added about five new words, including his most recent, “vacuum,” which he says something like “AK-um.” Okay, so maybe I’m biased, but I think he’s the cutest boy in the world. He also has a very close relationship with his Daddy, which means a lot to me since I didn’t grow up with a dad who was there for me.

This weekend was spent moving my office out of my living room now that I can reclaim the half of the house a friend had been living in for the past few years after he finally got his bills caught up and got a place of his own. He left a mess (wishing I hadn’t been such a good friend and had charged him a cleaning deposit!), so Saturday was spent cleaning and moving one desk, which required disassembling it because it wouldn’t fit through the door otherwise…but hey, it’s vintage Danish Modern teak, and is made to disassemble! Saturday evening, I resurrected a laptop that’s been dead for months due to a bad Windows patch.

Today I moved the identical twin desk the same way and set up a corner shelf between them to make them into an L In setting up the electricals, I found yet another of the former owners’ bizarre and dangerous wiring jobs – an entire wall, light switches and outlets connected to a single outlet via a cheap extension cord wired to the back of an outlet on another wall and hidden in the insulation! It took me about an hour to rip that out and rewire it a little more safely with some spare flexible conduit. I’m going to tear out that wall anyway, so a substantial patch is good enough until all new wiring can be run. At least it’s now grounded!

Then I started to reclaim my living room as a living room, which involved moving the couch and a large sisal rug. For those of you who have never had a sisal rug, it doesn’t matter how often you vacuum the things, they always trap a ton of dirt under them, leaving a real mess underneath when you move them. I put a new bag in the vacuum and started cleaning up the mess, and BAM! the new bag blew out catastrophically (one side wasn’t glued properly). The vacuum is now down until I take it apart, take it outside, blow out the cup or so of fine dust in there with compressed air, and reassemble it. It was after dinner when this happened, so that’s not happening today. I swept up as much as I could with a broom, but it still need vacuuming. Then I moved the couch and smashed my left index finger, and my husband yelled at me (?!). I called it a day at that point. Yelling doesn’t do.

Bad day? Not really. I am now sitting in my new office space, which is mostly set up, typing on the laptop I fixed, drinking a glass of port, and not really noticing my smashed finger any more (although the bruise is pretty interesting to look at). I got a lot done, and that will do.