January, Thanks Be To God
Still, 27 years - that's nothing to sneeze at, you know.
Then Larry spent the rest of his time before work talking at me about doors, because, hey, SEXY. You see, even though he completed the basement renovations last April, he didn't really, because we still have the old doors, which don't fit anymore, because Larry made the wall thicker with all that insulation. Also, there are openings all around the doors, where he and the handyman tore the old trim out, etc.
It's COLD down there right now, is what I'm saying. Also, because Larry in his obsessiveness also insulated the basement floor, we can't properly open the doors either, because now the floor is higher and it blocks them.
Picture me explaining all this to the guy who came to measure for new doors today. Just picture it.
In other news, for the 11th year in a row, we managed to hold a New Year's Day open house for the neighbors. And for the first time, we didn't have to spend all of New Year's Eve cleaning up the basement in order to avoid public humiliation. Nope, between the renovation earlier this year, during which Larry took gazillion trips to the dump and we (well, Larry, actually) ripped out the ugly carpeting and dated wallpaper, and the post-renovation cleaning up we gave it before Larry's sisters visited, we actually have a basement/family/guest room that is fit for public consumption, as it were.
Bonus: Larry spent his spare time on Sunday cleaning up the laundry room, which had fallen into its typical state of disarray. It is now a joy to behold.
So, instead, we spent New Year's Eve watching Stranger Things, Season 2. We're done with 4 episodes, and I'm not sure I'll be able to watch any more. It's getting freaky. Well, freakier.
One of my wonderful neighbors came by the day before the party, took all my vases, and returned them with fresh flower arrangements for today's party.
|Nice, right? Complete with photobombing camels!|
She really made us look classy, that's for sure.
And since New Year's? I've been focusing on knitting, because I'm done pretending anyone around here cares what I cook or what I clean. They're all taller than me and can fend for themselves, anyway.
So here are my January socks, which I made a bit of progress on while I waited at the DMV for over 2 hours so Brian could take his written test and get his permit.
|Sock toes...or tiny little hats. Whatever.|
Only, he didn't pass the test. So I guess we'll be doing that again in 15 days. Good thing I like that kid.
And here is my current obsession - a crescent shawl knit with short rows and yummy yarn:
|Trust me - it's gonna look great. GREAT.|
It's not done or blocked yet, which is why it looks like just any old pile of yarn. You know how expectant couples will force you to view a sonogram picture of their baby and you nod and smile and murmur something positive, even though you really can't tell what it's supposed to look like? Same deal here. Just nod and smile.
Well, I've got to get going. Those leftover Christmas chocolates aren't going to just eat themselves, you know.
Have I mentioned how much I love January? No? Well, I do. I certainly do.