Swimming in the Menopool

Hey.  How are you?  How's your brain today?  Me?  Well.....

First off, the tags.  Hopefully I will post the Cart button this weekend.  As I was getting the code to add it this morning, the floor man called and is coming tomorrow to sand.  That means, the kitchen (including some base cabinets, the fridge, the entire living area, and the new area must be completely rid of items.  This is half my house.  I will need to start staining as soon as he leaves, and then start the finish coats before bedtime for three nights so it dries overnight and we can walk on it next morning.  Having the pros do it will leave me trapped upstairs for the entire day, but I will consider it. So I won't have an area to print and ready the tags, let alone pack for mailing.  This should be finished by Sunday so let's set that as the date.  Remember, these are not made yet, so you can order any design - all will be available, until the supply of wood runs out.

On to the swim, which I don't do because of claustrophobia.  My head beneath water unable to breathe sends me into a panic.  So let's say I'm drowning in the menopool, not swimming.  Yesterday morning, I took my large Oikos out of the basement fridge along with a dozen eggs, set them on the counter, and came upstairs without them.  I guess the raccoons will be dining on greek yogurt and scrambled eggs tonight.  I did bring up the klondike, but set it down to answer the phone and found a melted mess this morning.  I cashed Mark's paycheck and didn't remember that the white envelope contained $$$ and put it in with the items to burn.  Good thing he asked where it was.  These are just a few highlights of the last 24 hours.

  I wanted to start this sampler from Essamplaire last night.  I opened the pack and found the chart - nothing else.  Where's the color codes?  Searched and searched - found nothing, threw a hissy fit.  As I sat there fuming, I glanced at the cover page on the floor.  Have no idea what raving lunatic threw it there.  And look at what is printed on the back of that cover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a putz.  But in the meantime, I decided to pull out this one until the missing page could be found.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I guess I'm up for a border.  I avoid them at all costs but for some reason, am drawn to these two.  Both close in size, some specialty stitches, which I can substitute with cross if the mood is rotten.

 

Ed showed up a little while ago and is putting the final coat of mud on the walls, and will sand after the floors are sealed.  Since there is no one local that finishes hardwood, I had to take a chance on this company, wish me luck.  I can't wait until furniture can be put back to where it was.  Since I can never find what I'm looking for when there is order, you can imagine how frustrating it is now.  But soon it will be over!

More proof of his name - Nitzy. He never figures out that he doesn't have to stand in the dishes to reach the other side.

 

 

Well, this was certainly long and boring.  Thanks for visiting.  I'll be back after the dust storm.

 

 

 

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