I woke up at 4 am and waited until 5 am to get out of bed. I wanted to make sure the Easter Bunny had had an opportunity to leave me chocolates. I came downstairs, not to find the Easter weather, but a continuation of the snow storm that had started Thursday evening. We've got about 10 inches on the ground. It seemed more likely to have a Santa sighting – or possibly Chinese New Year. I had served Chinese take-out to my Easter guests (my in-laws).
Having guests also meant having a forced house cleaning – a two-person, five-hour ordeal. I did more steps than was advisable with my ankle still recovering, but we made major progress. We moved our TV and couches from the dining room into the living room and actually made headway on getting the place kinda clean-ish. I look around and it is hard to believe what I now consider ‘clean’, but I am indeed pleased the progress.
I finished
Drunk, Divorced, and Covered in Cat Hair this morning at 6 am. It proves that I can still finish something. I actually read an entire book – granted it was a very funny book and related to my favorite hobby, but still…it was a whole book. And a finished a sock. I haven’t been able to finish much of anything lately. I have been an intermittent visitor of
Crazy Aunt Purl’s blog and her book is fabulous. The author, Laurie Perry, is so funny and she writes about things we’ve all felt, but no one usually says these things out loud.
Here’s the first sock:

Yarn: Cascade Yarn: Wildfoote in Desert Grass
Needles: Size 1 Addi Turbo Circulars
Pattern: Ann Norling’s adult basic socks
I am supposed to be writing a research paper on high involvement organizations for my organization development class, but instead I have started another book.
Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. This is a book of instruction of about writing and life. The premise is that in order to write, a writer must write. Anne’s advice is like a quote from the movie (one of my faves) Throw Mama from the Train “a writer writes’. Her brother, when he was 10, had an assignment to write a report on birds. He had three months to write it and was beginning the report the night before the report was due. Their father, a writer, said ‘you must write this bird by bird, buddy, one bird at a time’. The irony of reading a book about writing while the deadline for my research paper looms has not been lost on me. While I am only about 25 pages in, I already love this book. I wonder if I can weave this in directly to my research topic. Doubtful. But like Laurie Perry, it is Anne Lamott’s honesty that makes this so accessible.
Lastly, I got
folk Style by Mags Kandis from my in-laws. The book is posing by my new trim in my new living room. Check out the craftspersonship. That’s right. The Mr. made that. We don’t need no stinking professionals.