There has been a weekend.

And I got a satisfying amount of stuff done.

Saturday was spend erranding, mostly to stock up on things we needed, which included some hanging plants for the porch and some art supplies. I did my first ILL request, and baffled the library clerk when I told him it was okay that the books too longer than usual, since one was coming from Berlin. I am pretty sure he’s never dealt with that before.

Then we went to the Chickengoddess‘s house and saw her new baby chickens. They are small and cute and for some reason I find they make me nervous in the way rabbits make me nervous. I think it’s the speed at which they move, which is relative to their size. They move fast! And frantically! But they’re still awfully cute. She brought Ophelia (the older chicken, which she has had for a while) out and I was allowed to hold her while the CG showed her off to the other friends who were visiting. They plan on getting their own chickens and if I had more than three square feet of back yard, I might consider it, too. However, I am sort of glad that I only have three square feet of back yard, because I don’t really need chickens.

We ended up the evening with takeout Chinese food and a couple of rounds of Innsmouth Escape, which is almost as awesome to play as Zombies!!!, only with more ganging up on someone and more fish noises (one person is the human and the remaining players command hordes of deep ones). We were very silly. The husband was kind enough to play the human character, and was beaten twice. He’s going to write the company; some of the rules and cards were hard to understand, and once you get five players we can’t figure out how someone would win, aside from vast amounts of dumb luck. I will never play the human character. I don’t do well in that sort of position.

Then Sunday was church, then Knitch with the CG and Jennie, where the lovely ESC brought these cracker things that prompted me to go get lunch (I would’ve eaten the entire box, otherwise, and it’s a funny coincidence that the primary ingredient is CRACKers). She also brought some tomato and basil seedlings that I plan on potting tonight. I went home and cleaned house after that. I have been shifting things around in boxes for each of the 12 moves I’ve done in the past 10 years, and I’m at the point where I don’t really know what’s in them anymore, so I have taken it upon myself to go through all of them and sort things out and cull what I don’t need. The bedroom has been cleaned, but the studio remains, and is the most major part of the undertaking. I think I can finish it by the end of the month, after which point I can actually use the studio for creative-type things (like it is intended).

And to top it all off, I’m to the flap part of the interlocking leaves sock, so all in all, it was pretty productive.

Onward to Monday. It began with a surprisingly pleasant visit to the dentist. We shall see where it goes from there.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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