Cookies are comfort food. My husband's younger brother said I married him for his snickerdoodles. OK, OK, I did hang out in the kitchen and eat snickerdoodles hot out of the oven, but that was 6-7 years before we got married, and I'm sure there were a lot of other reasons I married him. I'm not blind to the fact that they have calories, but all food does. They're probably more nutritious than a lot of breakfast cereals and donuts, and I rarely eat more than 2 or 3 a day.... I could do a lot of justifying. I think that, as a child, I may have believed that the right kind of cookie was the cure to all ills. Not a bad idea, but adult reality caught up.
I have long since realized that I'm probably incapable of working only one job at a time. Even when I was single and had a full time job, there were pursuits outside earning enough to manage to live that were work. Other times, I've worked 2-3 part time jobs at once, and still carried on other, personal, work. I finally realized that I may as well quit fighting it, find ways of working several occupations at once, and be content to make that work for me.
Not only do I happily multi-task, another personal trait is that I will have at least a small menagerie. I once had one cat, an aquarium, and 2 parakeets sharing less than 1000 square feet with 4 people. The cat did learn that the birds were not hers to hunt. Momentarily, it's 4 cats, a tiny rabbit, and 3 people in about 500 square feet. The housing is in a transitional period. The cats aren't sure what the rabbit is, but the lone male will lick the rabbit's head. Male bonding?
I knew I hadn't checked my e-mail lately, but 1,162 un-read messages! How'd that happen? I know I've felt extraordinarily busy, but that busy? What have I been doing?
Things have changed at work due to some personnel changes, so I've had more to do. Tax season and college are both underway, so sales have picked up. My son's been finishing up 4 high school classes, and I've helped a little with that. He has a final for one class Friday, then one more online course to get his diploma. I have been working on learning how to make this blog thing work for me, and putting things on it that I've had in mind for months. The weekend farm takes 2 days a week. There's always something to do, firewood, cleaning out the chicken coop.... next weekend, providing the weather's good, de-horning young goats. I have curtains started for D's room.
I have 4 crochet projects at various stages that I keep packing around, picking up at odd moments. I keep trying to finish the rag rug I started knitting several months ago. I could kick myself for making it a pattern of blocks rather than hit and miss stripes. It looks fine, it's just that it takes more time. I think the next one I make will just be stripes of whatever, no planning, just "git 'r done". I'll see about more "planned" designs later, after we move.
I have a box of clothes to mend and/or alter that I keep trying to get to. I actually managed to do some sewing yesterday. I started to modify a cotton sweater that's just the right colors for a skirt that I made from fabric I bought in Nevada. I decided to turn it into a shrug. So I cut the front into a curve, cut the ribbing off the bottom, did a serpentine stitch around all the pieces to hold the knit so it won't ravel apart. Eventually, it will have the bottom ribbing around the fronts, I'll hem the back, and I'll use the remainder as the top tier of the skirt. Kill 2 birds with one stone: tie the shrug into the skirt, and have a top tier that's slim. I intended the skirt to be a 3-tiered broomstick skirt, but wasn't satisfied with the lack of fullness. So it's packed in a box up at D's waiting for me to make time to re-do it.
What I really need to mend is thermal bottoms for my husband. Most of his are out at the knees, so if I patch them using parts of other worn thermals, I can get them to last a little longer. If Steve were working full time, I'd just go buy new ones. But construction isn't enjoying the boom it did a few years ago, so I'm just glad he's had work this week. As an older lady put it to me years ago when I was kind of griping about mending the knees of a 4 year old boy's pants "Well, dear, at least you have the skills to do that!" Mrs. Rhystrom was right.
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