Save the Wire!

I woke up well before light and abandoned the girls so they could continue snoozing. I snuck downstairs for a quiet cuppajoe. Finally some blue sky and it has been a lovely sunrise. Very still.

I decided to do some peaceful web surfing while I emerged from my nightly coma. They've added 3-D maps to Oklahoma buildings, so I had to check that out. Also looked into Etsy, something I have been meaning to do and learned, right away, that was sort of dangerous (Etsy, for the uninitiated, is a little like Ebay for crafters). Etsy appears to be more expensive, to me. Fortunately, since I am buying NOTHING, these days that will need to be transported, I managed to just window shop. I nabbed the name “Nestfillers” in case I ever get a wild hair and decide to open a store to sell puppy crate quilts or kerchiefs. I’m thinking there is a market out there for puppy baby showers since there are so many frustrated grannies. Stupid successful young people…

We are under the thirty day mark to return home.   (And I haven't started Christmas shopping, in case anyone is interested).   Now that we are having an extra van coming (that will make three, total), we have more room so we’ll probably bring Evelyn’s beloved (but sorta nasty) green chair.

She prefers to sleep on furniture – always has. Pearl made a feeble attempt to steal MY chair, a week or so ago but she doesn’t touch Evelyn’s. Evelyn is a gentle soul but everyone has their limits. She has a poker face and doesn’t easily show her emotions. That being said, I think she is the most sensitive dog we’ve had and feels deeply. And she loves that chair. I suppose I will have to give her MINE in the three week interim between loading up the vans and loading up the cars. Stupid dog…

I’m packing with an eye towards loading the cars and being fairly ruthless about it. Husband, not so much.

Yesterday, I tried to clean out a utensil drawer and he was working at the kitchen table. Not such a good idea. What should have been a ten minute job – max - turned into 45 minutes while he inspected every spoon and corn on the cob tong. I patiently waited while he did an internet search to find out what other products were produced by the manufacturer of the nut cracker (air guns – he’d thought they produced shot guns – oh well – these aren’t the CHEAP air guns, nosirreebob – these are the high powered air guns, apparently. That seemed to make him happy). He found some plastic cap looking things in a baggie that looked, to me, like covers for electrical plugs. But no. It couldn’t be that because he found one in the yard, once, and how could an electrical plug cover end up in the yard? We better keep that, just in case…

We ended up tossing some dog food can plastic covers and a wire of some sort. The wire nearly made the trip since he wasn’t sure what it was for but there must have been some reason to keep it… I tried to put some knives I gave him before we were married (still in the hard plastic package) in the garage sale or goodwill pile. But no. He LOVES those knives, so into the packing box they went. I suppose I should count my blessings that he wants to hang on to old things.  And I suppose he is lucky I love him too much to use those knives on him (plus, that would mean opening them and that hard plastic shell is stubborn).  But now I am wondering if all the effort and sacrifice I am making to make sure we aren’t too crowded in the cars will result in my throwing away something beloved to make room for a jar of old plastic unidentified thingamagigs. I need to stop this line of thinking – that direction leads to madness.

Well, husband and the girls have migrated downstairs (Pearl launched herself into my lap from across the room) so I guess my day has begun, in earnest.   I hope you have a mellow Sunday.  My goal is to attack the pantry.  Sadly, Husband has already decided that there is no reason to throw out that half full plastic bottle of white vinegar and 2002 can of artichoke hearts...

Even though he hates artichokes. 

Happy Quilting,

Penny, Evelyn and Pearl