It's been an odd couple of weeks - a lot to do, no time to write about it, and a lot of up-and-down-and-back-and-forth without really getting anywhere.
I did get to spend a weekend with my friends in Seattle, though, and it was wonderful. I just wish I could afford to get down there more often.
Why do some men seem to go out of their way to find the most difficult, time-consuming way possible to do the simplest things?
All I wanted to do was pick the ripe apples off the old Gravenstein tree in the side yard. So I went out back and asked Big Guy for one of the dip nets from the fishing gear. Well, no, I couldn't do that, because the net was too big and I'd knock down too many apples that weren't ripe and on and on ... but he'd fix me up something much better. Okay, fine. Two hours later, after much banging and cursing which I studiously ignored from indoors, he proudly presented me with a new, hand-made-just-for-you-dear ... dip net. Yep. It's slightly smaller around than the one I would have used, and the handle is almost a foot longer, but overall ... it's a dip net. Well, after thirty years with him I know when to keep my mouth shut except to smile sweetly and thank him.
So this evening I have a few gallons of apples to wash, peel, chop, and cook down. The actual canning (or freezing, if I get too tired) will happen tomorrow night. And by the weekend, lots more apples will be ripe and I'll start over.
There isn't much progress to be seen in other projects. The pink sweater sits forlornly on the needles, no longer than it was two weeks ago. The basement doesn't look any different, although a fair bit of stuff did get either tossed or relocated. Lots of laundry got done, but no mending, and my workroom is pretty much untouched. And yet I feel like I've been working non-stop on all kinds of things ... trouble is, most of what I've been doing has been just catching up on the housework that didn't get done while I was in Seattle. Because of course, Big Guy and J "meant to do it" but somehow it never happened. Story of my life. Sigh.
The apples and the basement have to be the top priorities for the next couple of weeks. The apples because, well, once they're ripe they won't wait, and the basement so that the guy who's coming next week to give us an estimate on installation costs will be able to see what he needs to see and measure where he needs to measure.
Oh, and can anyone tell me how I managed to acquire the head cold from hell this week? My head is pounding, my sinuses are throbbing, and my nose has already been wiped raw. Total misery - but I'm doing my best not to share it with anyone.