The new Knitty is great. I like the patterns, but I LOVE the articles. I'm definitely making that French Market bag - I love the shape, the open top, I can throw my this 'n that for the office in there and use it in addition to the regular purse. Cool.


It was a good weekend. First there was the very fun Cousin Meeting - both kids are still jazzed and say they want to see these people regularly, and we must Make It So. I had a major cleaning binge before heading to my cousin's and rearranged the living room, chased down cat hair tumbleweeds, made room for the Christmas tree, etc. I did ALL of the pending laundry. Sunday afternoon I cleaned the pond filter, and the turtle fountain is now spitting a nice 3 foot arc of water, instead of drooling a sorry six inch arc. The pond is looking much more clear - I'm thinking I need to hit Lowe's garden center and pick up some fresh plants to beautify it. Then I slept 8 whole hours last night - this rarely happens. Murphy tried to wake me at 4:30, and I told him (with love, of course) to shut the fuck up and leave me alone and go the fuck away. He knows what it means when Mommy Uses the F Word - argue with her at your peril - and went away. He woke me very politely and deferentially at 6:30, which is an hour past my normal wake-up time. Oh, the luxury!


The tree and outdoor decorations still aren't up. Boy and his Truck aren't free to get the tree until Friday. Friday will be a full day - the office is closing at noon for the move. I'm so delighted that I don't have to do a damn thing on this move other than pack the boxes of Our Shit and label them properly. I've moved offices before, and I was always the commander of the move, packing boxes, hand-holding everybody else, deciding where furniture would go, dealing with 40 year old male lawyers pitching crybaby shit-fits because "His office is a foot wider than mine!" (yes really - even though Crybaby got the one with the really nice windows, he had a big ole temper tantrum....) and crawling on the floor to run network cables with my own ten thumbs. Here we have People to do that, and the office manager/head paralegal of the office in which we camp is the commander on this one, she gets to deal with the whining and crybabies and furniture placement, and I am happy to salute her with a "Yes, ma'am, my boxes will be packed, ma'am!" and stay the hell out of the way. I am just laughing at the people who are pissing and moaning about Having to Pack Boxes. Honey, you have NO idea how hard a move is from the management side, or what Beloved Boss and I have done in our colorful careers. Hauling monitors up the stairs of a townhouse office without elevator in August, thanking God for my 4WD because we moved all the legal office computers in it, and then set them up ourselves - these people are so soft. Friday afternoon I can bug out and head for the mall. Friday will be gift and tree buying day.