Monday was the day the lawyers came. And the engineers. And one guy I think may have been a geologist.†
The HOA for my little corner of heaven is suing the builder of my little corner of heaven for a myriad of sins, so they had to do inspections of the decks, drywall, garages, windows.‡
Most of the house was oddly presentable,§ but the yarn room/library needed help.
I put together some of those wire cube things from Target and set about organising the yarn. I have one bin for yarn to dye, one for leftovers and orphans, one for projects,¶ one for two-skein sets. Two for sock yarn.
The sock yarn overflowed.
I know common wisdom says, "Sock yarn isn't stash."
"I'm on a yarn diet, but sock yarn doesn't count."
We think of sock yarn as safe and inconsequential because it is slated for that particular project: socks. You don't have to buy ten or twelve balls.#
But I really think my sock yarn has gotten out of hand.
My next project will be six socks at once -- different lace patterns. I figure I already did the four-at-once with different sizes. After I finish the six, I'll do eight all the same size and pattern and it'll feel like a brain vacation.
[SUMMARY: The best-laid plans...]
I also have moths.
Before you gasp,†† I can't see that the moths have done any damage to my yarn. I personally fondled and dug through every single ball, skein, hank and wad of yarn in the yarn room and, while there are bug carcasses, there are no chewed spots.
I don't know how to take this. I should be more upset. But I can't see where these particular moths have done me any damage.
Honestly, if they ate a little sock yarn, it might be a blessing.
[SUMMARY: It's early. I may not have had enough coffee.]
We had a lovely dinner at The Palace Arms. I've wanted to go there for years. It's on my list% right next to Africa of places I want to go and may never get. The meal was superb, the service warm and impeccable,‡‡ we women got roses and salted chocolates§§ at the end of the meal. When I had to go to the restroom, one of the servers escorted me like we were going to a debutante ball.
[SUMMARY: *le sigh*]
Now I have to go meet with the client and get actual work done.
[SUMMARY: Different kind of sigh.]
Could be worse. Could be raining. Oh, wait...
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): He kept commenting on my rocks. Yeah, I said that for the benefit of the Brainless Twelvehood that lies within you.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I'll take "things that may crack or leak or sink" for $500, Alec.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Odd to me.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Believe it or not, I have whole projects with the needles, pattern and all the yarn bagged up neatly and ready to go. I fondly refer to it as my retirement plan.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I got tired of saying "skeins." I'd rather say "balls."
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): And possibly inhale a moth.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): I've found you often have one, but not the other.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): WAS... was on my list. Crossed that off last night.
§§FOOTNOTE (all in a whirl): I'm looking at you, Sarah.