Thanks so much for your laundry advice. (I have never typed that sentence before.) As I sit here at the computer, I can smell the vinegar slapping those towels around in the washer. The spores are screaming! And, I will NEVER be a fan of Marcia Cross. Marcia Cross, you may now enter My Room of Unloved Ladies. Please take a seat next to Ashley Judd. Enjoy the anise cookies. And the Jägermeister.
This week is sort of whirlwindy.
Tonight? Dinner with the friend who once decorated my rehearsal dinner space with gourds. She’s also the friend who introduced me to Dorothy Parker and Fran Lebowitz. In other words: Parker and Lebowitz, and creative with gourds. This is a friend I shall keep.
Tomorrow? I’m filling in for a co-worker’s knitalong! And we’ll be casting on a sweater using the Elizabeth Zimmerman Percentage System. (I’m sure I’ll be telling you more about my job next month during NaBloPoMo. Maybe I’ll do a Day in the Life of a Part-Time Employee thing complete with photos! Wait. Why did 17 of you just leave the room?)
Wednesday? Nothing on the calendar, and Harper wants a pair of Halloween socks to match Meredith’s. I might devote that day to speed knitting some ankle socks. Luckily, her feet are the length of HoHos.
Thursday is going to be good. I’m volunteering at the school to register the kindergarten kids for their mock election, I’m attending Harper’s Fall Pre-School Party, and I’m lunching with Harper’s best friend and her mom at Blueberry Hill. Thursday night? Knitting with the gang and then finishing the party prep for the kindergarten party on Friday.
Friday? Kindergarten party, where I will be playing the role of Head Room Parent! After the party, we’re taking the kids to St. Charles for trick or treating, since our subdivision has pretty much crapped out on Halloween participation.
Also on my To Do list for the week is “String 42.” I just made the list yesterday afternoon, and I have no idea what String 42 means. I recently learned that 42 is the angle of degrees for rainbows. Also, God once sent bears to eat the 42 kids who made fun of a bald guy.
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I don’t know why this post makes me happy, but it does. It sounds like an excellent week for you!
That sounds kind of scarily familiar. Minus the knitting. But I wish there were some knitting in there. And some friends with gourds.
Of course, 42 is also the answer to life, the universe and everything.
I have a surplus of gourds – I am now inspired to decorate with them
I’m volunteering at the school to register the kindergarten kids for their mock election.
I remember those. I was the lone kid who voted for Jimmy Carter.
We didnt do mock elections when I was in school, but my son, who is nine, alsready had theres and he’s quite convinced that his school really tips the scales. Also the Nickelodeon elections tip the scales. So, you know, he ALREADY KNOWS who’s gonna win the election, MOM.
Gad do I hope he’s right!
I don’t know why, but this post really does make me happy. Thanks for sharing. All really excellent stuff. Really.
Sounds like a great week. I AM SO EXCITED TO VOTE too! Also, Blueberry Hill. Love it.
Can’t wait to hear about your job at the knitting place. I was in a quilt shop the other week and I thought I would so love to work there and get to touch all the pretty pretty fabric all the time. And talk quilting. Just like you, I suppose, touch all the pretty pretty yarn while you’re at work.
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