I have no patio. Just a wading pool of wet plastic in a wooden frame. We tried to have a patio yesterday but the rain beat the truck to my house and it rained for hours and hours, as it appears to be doing again, right now. Then the truck went home for the weekend. No happy 4th of July cookout on my new patio. No cookout at all, since the "scattered thunderstorms" are not scattered at all, and are quite organized and vindictive. Someday it will be dry enough, and then of course the elusive concrete truck will be nowhere to be found. Maybe I will have a nice cookout on my patio for Labor Day. Yeah.

I finished the brown striped Constant Companion bag, haven't sent it swimming yet. This is why felting is so cool - look at the size of that big brown wool pillowcase dumped over the back of the desk chair. It's going to be a nice, firm tote bag. I love it. I love the transformation process.



I've also finished, but haven't sewn the bottom seam of, a second felted pouch. I'm making great progress on the lovely and easy All-Seasons Shawl in Softball Cotton, and I love it to pieces. I'm not really a shawl person but I can already see this as the perfect drinking coffee on the patio in the morning accessory, and by the time it's cool enough to need a shawl in the morning I may have the damn patio.

Otherwise, I've been moving furniture, rearranging my living space, (among other changes, I put my computer back in my little office - my husband's big armoire was not for me.) plotting my next home improvement projects, sighing over the disgusting state of my tomato patch, patiently waiting for my hair to grow, and working my ass off at work.

One of the disadvantages - or maybe it's an advantage - of not blogging every single day is I get over my snits about idiotic work shit before sitting down at the computer, so you are spared the ranting about the Adminosphere and the idiotic shit that falls from it. It's raining idiocy lately. I am comforted by the fact that Boss and every layer of lawyer above him thinks the Adminosphere's policies are idiotic too, so I will continue to play along enough to keep the peace and cheerfully ignore anything that annoys me. I'm still baffled by how what is basically a lead secretary has been elevated to a sort of Bitch Queen position that gives her power over EVERYBODY. Who on earth thought this was a good idea? Obviously someone who didn't have the insight into these things to see the abuses that would happen, and are happening. I don't mind reporting to someone in my own line of work, I EXPECT that, but it's truly dumbfounding -heavy on the dumb - when I find myself reporting to people who don't know what the hell I do even when I explain it, but have all sorts of silly and officious policies I MUST follow to do it, but of course I can't effectively do my job if I follow those policies, but they don't get that because they don't know what I do, but I must do it their way... every conversation leaves me with a headache and a bad attitude. I'm old and cranky and good at my job, just leave me alone and let me do it. That's all I want. The job has enough stress and aggravation without this layer of bullshit. Oh look, I'm not over my snit after all!

Just threw the brown bag into the machine. Stand by for felted bag magic, if I can figure out what to block it on.