HA! I really should know better than to crochet when I'm tired. Last night I was on the end of the 3rd side of 2nd round of the edging (are you still with me? hehehe), when I found a mistake on the first round! *groan * So tonight, if I'm alert, I have to frog all the way back ... and if I'm going to frog that far, I might as well go back to that first mistake that I already knew about, and fix the whole darn thing. Guess this won't be in the mail on Thursday. Oh well.
This morning I was working on packing more crochet stuff—gads I was sure I'd given most of this away! I must have had more “stuff” than I realized. Har Har Har! Now I'm fixing a plastic tub of “go away from me” crochet stuff. LOL! I'll offer this tub to freecycle.
I've set aside 2 projects I want to work on after we move. Those I'll mail to myself so that they are in Oregon, and not in storage. My hooks are a dilemma for me, though. Do I find a place to put them in my luggage, thus possibly leaving something else behind? Do I mail them and risk their being lost? Do I store them and risk them being damaged? What to do, what to do.
Crook news:
Today I was shredding all the junk mail. I am careful to make sure there isn't anything metal, no staples, etc ... but I guess I wasn't careful enough because there was certainly something in the one car ad. You know the ad:
You've been chosen out of everyone in your town for a really special deal!Yeah right! Well, whatever was stuck in that advertisement is now jammed in the top of my shredder. In trying to remove it using reverse, I managed to dent the top of the shredder, 2 of the blades are busted and now if I plug it in, it runs and runs—really fast—and within a few seconds the motor smells like it's burning up. It's now in the trash and we'll have to buy another shredder – and leave it behind no less!
Joyce and Ethel
I've been pondering how to transport “Joyce” and “Ethel”. “Joyce” was my mom's houseplant and by some miracle it survived while I cleaned out her house, so I brought it home and named it “Joyce” after my mom. It's taken almost 5 years for her to really grow big and healthy. Now she needs some pruning. I refuse to leave her behind—even if it means she rides the 12 hours to Oregon wedged between my feet on the front seat of the car.
“Ethel” is an ivy plant - I forget what kind, but it's an indoor ivy with the tiny little leaves. Really pretty. She's another miracle (since I kill everything that I come in contact with), and I'd like to take her as well ... but since she's only a year old and there isn't this emotional bond, I'd give her to someone around here if need be.
Mover!
We have one! Praise God! No problem with them storing our things if we can't find a rental until right away. Plus, they are one of the few military approved movers in our area, and with Travis AFB just 11 miles away, that's a good recommendation all on it's own. Now we just need that rental unit in Oregon.
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