Oh, looks like I've been migrated to the "New Blogger." Don't see access to my template anymore. Help is notably unhelpful - many of the topics are blank at this time. My daughter requested more cat pictures, and I was going to comply but hey, there's no button to ok the addition of the photo. It's cute - you can upload the file, it asks if you want to link it as an inline file, but you can't say yes, because THERE IS NO BUTTON to link the damn thing! Okie-dokey. I don't have time to be annoyed right now, but I will find this annoying later. Maybe they will straighten it out by the time I can find the energy to care, and then I won't have to waste the energy caring about it.


It appears that the plague of flies was only a one day affair - fortunately, flies don't live long. Yesterday I saw only 4 stragglers on the atrium screen. Good thing, since I don't have time to deal with it right now. The Thing(s) Under the Atrium Floor gets a temporary reprieve, too - God knows how long it/they have lived there, and until the plague of flies I hadn't noticed. They can't get into the house, they are surrounded on 3 sides by the concrete foundation. As long as no bugs are getting in, and so far they are not, I can put off evicting them awhile longer.


I have a strange urge to start my first lace shawl, but I'm resisting until I can finish some unfinished projects. I know I really don't have the attention span for lace right now, so who am I kidding? I am suddenly infected with startitis, I want to grab every pattern I own (and that's a lot) and dig in. I will resist, though - I have actually been in a phase of finishing what I start, and I don't want to backslide into chronic startitis.


And on that note, I will not spin. I refuse to spin. I see blogs everywhere, full of spinners spinning away, and I've decided that it is not for me - not because it's not cool or I wouldn't enjoy it, but I can see it eating time I really need to spend on other things. Like knitting my way through the stash from hell, and learning to sew well, and perhaps learning to weave. Besides, it's wacky enough to be a rabid knitter in Florida, but do I really need to take on another hobby which focuses largely on fibers too warm for this climate? (Yes, I know you can spin cotton and silk...shut up.)


Sewing lessons, that's the next, and important, item on my recreational agenda. I never had home ec in school, my mother tried to teach me a bit when I was about 12-13ish, but like Sorority Girl and knitting, it just didn't take. Now I really want to learn, because I'm sick of the poorly made, yet pricey, lookalike crap in the department stores around here.


I may not let myself slide into chronic startitis this week, but I do intend to cast on that cute cabled tea cosy (I'd link to it but....) today. I'm drinking a lot of tea - my new passion is Mate Chino, also from Glenbrook Farms. It really does taste rich and chocolaty, especially with a little Splenda to sweeten it, and it's full of good-for-you stuff, too. Allegedly yerba mate also sharpens the mind, and God knows I need that these days. A tea cosy is small - it doesn't count toward startitis, does it?