No knitting again

But I have more life-rearranging to show. This is my new desk. It’s actually my mother’s Swedish Aunt Sigrid’s Gate-Leg Table. It deserves a title, it does. I don’t know if the table is Swedish (probably not) but Aunt Sigrid certainly was. I’m so pleased to have a little bit of my mother’s Swedish side, and I promise to take good care of it. It replaces my other Swedish furniture — the Ikea desk!

I’m moving slowly through my apartment, shifting things to make it less cluttered, but I need to do it in stages. The first stage happened on Sunday. Judy and I removed some more Swedish furniture, the Ikea crate shelves. Here’s my question: why is my cat not bald? There was at least a cat’s-worth of hair back behind those shelves. And all the missing Mousies have been found. We haven’t got a SRM like Chaos’, but we do have Mousie Innards.

Putting the computer on the desk was today’s stage. Next I’ll move the printer and the scanner and the other tidbits, but that will require shifting something else. My life is like one of those little plastic sliding puzzles that you have to shuffle to put in order. My lovely clear counter is clear no more, but that’s how it goes. It’s supposed to be temporary.

I’m knitting, but there’s nothing to show. Soon, but not now. It’s not ready.

Today has been another beautiful Spring day, and one to celebrate. When I drove down my street yesterday afternoon, with the windows open, I heard peepers. Peepers are guaranteed to make me feel good. Then today, when I was out in the world, it seemed as if all the trees and hedges are getting ready for something — things are looking fuller and brighter. Leaves will come, following the daffodils that I saw on the road.

I did some errands, had a nice lunch with my friend S (the company was way better than the food, which was just okay), and came home to contemplate the shifting of the desk. That was it for the day, apparently, because it’s 6:00 already!


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How does a person celebrate her 200th post? I’d have a contest, but frankly, I don’t have the energy to think about it. In the past few weeks I’ve had conversations with some people in my real life who’ve begun reading my blog. It’s interesting to have a face-to-face conversation with someone about my virtual life. A little Twilight Zone-ish, but good.

My addle-brained conclusion: I”m so happy to be here, I wish I could get it together to write more regularly, and I just love this community.