When the going gets tough, the tough buy shoes. 
 
After a very long schlep across town to meet with the GEICO adjuster (who was really, really nice, like everybody I have ever dealt with at that company - I don't know where they find them) I schlepped back and took a detour to the nearest DSW Shoe Warehouse. The last couple of detours were most disappointing, but this time, she shops, she scores! Two pair of flats, in tan and in black. Cute, trendy, comfy. I have heels out the wazoo since I rebelled against Sensible Shoes months ago, and I still wear and love them, but sometimes the pant length is just not right for three inch sandals, and my new little MIA slingback flats will be just right. I'm jazzed.

I hit Borders for books, I had a 20% off coupon and they honored it on everything, even the "buy three, get one free" deal that is still running. Five books in one swoop, I was on a roll.

So I came home and cleaned house and finished the dresser, which looks mahvelous, dahlings:



That is the first phase in making a guest room - now I have to psych myself to order the daybed set from Miami. I'll do that this weekend, so when Girlchild comes home to visit, she will have a civilized place to park her 21 year old self.

Tomorrow is her birthday. I sent a birthday gift already but have a couple more items up my sleeve, she, too, will be doing Birthday Week.

Today is the first anniversary of my husband's death. I wanted to visit his grave but had to go to GEICO instead, so I honored it by assembling furniture and taking care of getting the car fixed. I know he would be pleased. The weirdest thing happened, too - I got to a point in the furniture assembly instructions where I had to attach the top to the rest of the unit, and it said, "with a helper..." and I thought crap, the dog isn't much help, I'll just line it up and see what happens. It slid together effortlessly. First try. I'm not prone to flights of imagination but sometimes when I am doing something that would have been his job, I feel like I'm getting a little help from somewhere. It's weird, and also cool. Today I gave Boychild his father's old laptop, watches, and other odds and ends, he should have them.

Oh, and I am not buying any more yarn until 2005. I have plenty. Really. I had to rearrange the room a bit to put the dresser in place and found stuff I forgot I bought, and I remember why I bought it and I still want to make those things. So if I talk about buying yarn, slap me. I'm so backlogged on projects, yarny and otherwise, it's insane.