Things Do Get Better

My spring cleaning is going so well I'm way ahead of schedule with that; last night I knocked out the sewing room in a few hours. I'm trying to keep myself restricted to having just one week of posts written and ready to publish for the blog, but I'm a day ahead of that as well.

I think the new blog is helping me with my excessive need for online journaling. It's been fun coming up with posts just about crochet over there.

A small yarn lot I thrifted came with 26 hanks of needlepoint yarn, and I don't own any at all, so I'll have to come up with an embroidery project or two for that.

Another reason I'm so productive is the completely unexpected happiness that 2026 has brought me. I knew having our nephew living with us would be a delight, as the three of us get along perfectly, but it's turned out to be even better than I imagined. He's like a son to us, and such a good houseguest. My guy is so happy that he's here and they can work on things together. We love his sweet little dog, and even the pups are getting long well. Our days are filled with laughter and fun; what can beat that?

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T-minus Day

This was our little Thanksgiving dinner last year, when it was just the three of us. Time keeps whittling down my favorite holiday; this year it will be just me and my guy, and we likely won't even have a turkey.* That will be a first in 35 years. I feel about Thanksgiving the way other people do about Christmas, and while it's a lot of work it's my favorite holiday. Of all the Thanksgivings I've had in the past sixty years, only three were truly terrible: one when I was a kid that I don't talk about (#1 most miserable); the time I roasted two turkeys together and hosted fifteen people whom I cooked for and served with zero help (the largest and #2 most miserable); and the one I spent in basic training (the #3 most miserable.) I have no pictures of any of those, thank heavens. In addition to doing all the cooking I'm the one who takes all the pictures, washes all the dishes and puts away all the leftovers. I suppose no one else cares because to them it...

Holiday Prep

For Thanksgiving this year we've invited some guests from Oliver's mom's side of the family, so I have to start prepping now to get the house in shape for the big day. The first major thing is having the carpets cleaned, which we've scheduled for next week. This weekend I'll be cleaning out four rooms to get them ready for that. I started with my front dining room, which I use as my sewing room. It was kind of a mess already, so it felt good to get everything cleared out. We'll be having ten people at dinner plus two babies, so this will give me a chance to figure out how to arrange two tables in this space. I think this will be my last time hosting a big Thanksgiving gathering. Mike has started his family with a lovely girl who has a huge, close-knit family of her own, while Katherine will likely be off at grad school out of state for the next several years. I'm also not getting any younger. My guy and I will always celebrate Thanksgiving, but ...

Fell Off the Wagon

I did cut up that plastic dollar tote to make into something stronger, but got caught up with work and set it aside. Then last night some hand-dyed silk and pretty threads called my name, and, well . . . Felt SO good to do some handwork, except my neck began hurting about an hour into it. I tried changing the way I sit and work, but it's pretty obvious that the doc is right.

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