a knitter navigates through life

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Dear sweet, loveable kitten babies . . .

Dear sweet, lovable kitten babies,
If you do not stop whining for food, I am going to sell you to the gypsies to be made into hats. Lunch happens at 4. You have been squeaking at me since 1. Just because I am home does not mean we have food on demand. You are not starving and dying, and you do not need to eat until you are spherical. You can make it one more hour. Auntie Kim will not forget to feed you. I promise.

your faithful human slave

Monday, July 21, 2008


All the negotiating and going back and forth and calling contractors and getting estimates and all that fun stuff is finally completed, and I'm getting a house! I am very very excited. And a little terrified. This is the most expensive thing I have ever bought, ever. I feel odd, like I'm waiting for someone to come over and say, "Hey, you! What are you thinking? You're not old enough to get a house!" But apparently I am, and I can, and I will. I'm not closing until late August, which is a little frustrating, because I want to play with my big new toy now! But since I can't do that, here's some more pictures.

My absolute favorite "room" in the house: the screened-in breezeway between the house and the garage. The Best Roommate Ever and I both have hammock chairs to lounge in and enjoy the breeze, and I'm sure the kitties will decide they need to live out there. Dad thinks we could easily build a deck off the back (and possibly even the front, if we want to get crazy), so even though that's pretty far down on the list of improvements, I'm pretty excited.

My second favorite room: my bedroom. It's the upper half story and spans most of the length of the house. I have some very fun plans for paint colors.

Even though the whole process has been crazy, it hasn't been busy enough to keep me from pining for a certain someone I reconnected with in Tallahassee. Why do I always seem to zero in on relationships that are doomed to failure? I once heard the analogy that finding the right guy is like shoe shopping: you can find a really great pair of shoes that you love, but they just do not fit. Unless you want to hobble around in pain, you should walk away and find a pair that fits. I am so good at doing this with shopping; why can I not do it with relationships? Those with a firearm phobia do not pair well with gun nuts. Likewise, a vegan/carnivore pairing is probably more trouble than it's worth.
Sigh. Relationships are impossible. It's much more fun to pick out paint colors.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

One cat, free to a bad home.

This sinister little mutant kitten beast

woke me up at 5:44 this morning (my day off) by puking up a hairball on my home inspection report. Free to a bad home.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

If you think looking for a house is time-consuming . . .

. . . try buying one. I am Worn Out. So many phone calls to make and people to talk to and stuff to make sure is getting done, and exhausted naps to fall into whenever there is a break in the action.
Knitting continues apace despite the breakneck activity. At Thursday night Knit Night at Knitch, I finished my Hederas.

Thanks to Alice and Nell for the pictures.
Updates, both knitting and house-related, as I scrape out a few moments to blog. Pictures posted extremely sporadically, as I am totally dependent on the kindness of, well, not strangers, friends and family, more accurately. Anybody have any camera recommendations?

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

room for more sock yarn

Sorry for the long absence, gentle readers. I was caught up in the search for a new yarn storage system. I really like the one I went with; it's much roomier and has all sorts of different compartments and things so I can sort yarn by type, project, etc. Scroll down for a picture.

3 bedrooms, 1 bath, an adorable screened-in breezeway between the garage and the house, and plenty of space for me, the Best Roommate Ever, two naughty kitties, and a whole lotta sock yarn.