Technically this is the 'Saturday' of my week, though it is the 'Friday' of Herr Becher's. As a cruel consequence of this, his earliest day shift (he's up at four), I found myself wide-eyed and bushy-tailed by five a.m., and so I made the decaf and set about piecing the back of the baby quilt. It's finished, but the urge to sew is upon me. As I dug through the scrap bag, looking for the perfect fuchsia pink to add to the backing fabric, I happened to drag out a string of pineapple blocks. They look for all the world like a string of pennants waiting to be strung up for some festive occasion... an occasion that would call for bright orange and pink festoons. Rumpled as they are, I think they might be calling to me. I'm just going to sit here awhile and see if I can wait them out. (Pressing will be required. I'm just not willing to face my decrepit iron quite yet.)
Driving into the garage this week was an odd moment. Maybe the Xanax that keeps me from flipping out entirely was to blame for my lack of steering ability. The trim around the garage door was crushed just the tiniest bit, and the Suburban's bumper has a wee scuff, but I'm not in the county jail, either. Better living through chemistry. Hopefully my supply will hold for the next 1445 (or so) days, provided we can keep a roof over our heads. I doubt even Xanax could make "camping" palatable, having been down the homeless road before. I did have to crack a little smile at the old woman interviewed in line to vote who was so excited to be voting for the first time in her life because obama was going to buy gas for her car and pay for her house. Ahhh, good times.
Today is WW day, and I am truly sorry I ate two slices of pizza with the kids yesterday. Poor planning on my part, but it was 'Second Sunday' and there wasn't time to make a proper lunch and still get everyone out the door... well, there was, but a very small Becher decided to have a meltdown over a toy and then finding shoes, jackets, hats, and books for everyone...
You can see where the mob gets out of hand and works a bit o' the sabotage, can't you? I was ill-equipped, and the scale will show it later today. Yay, me.
Off to do a bit of ironing on those persistent quilt blocks. I'll leave you to your Monday. C