Boring Is As Boring Does

Wow.

Not only was today one of the most boring days I've had of late, it's also the latest I've posted. I don't know where the day went. All I've done is sit, knit, and doze. Oh wait... I did have some coffee. Away from my knitting.

On the knitting front, I'm on the heel flap of the second sock for my swap. I think I'll get it done before we leave on vacation. I've signed up to become a Sock Savior on another swap, so I plan to take that one with me on vacation. I always overpack, whether it's clothes, flutes, yarn, etc. Since I'm playing in the concert a week from Saturday (oh lord, I'm beginning to shit my jammies), I'm bringing about 15 of them with me. All for one set. In which I'll use one flute. It's like clothes - I don't know which one I want to use, and if I leave them home, I'll leave the one I'll want. Guaranteed.

As for packing yarn, I'll have to bring enough yarn to knit three pairs of socks, even though I probably won't even get to one of them. I've also got to adjust my weird sleeping schedule before we leave. Too much to do, too little time. It doesn't help that I procrastinate. Why do today what can wait until the night before we leave?

This is also the first time I've gone on vacation and left my car in the driveway. It's not that this is an unsafe neighborhood; it's just that I've always had my cars garaged. At least I have a cover on the beast, and I'll tell my neighbors that we'll be gone for a week. But it still bothers me. That car is the bulk of our down payment on whatever house we decide to buy, and it's the only car I've ever had that's appreciating in value. I also dread Halloween. What if one of those little bastards touches it? I'll have to sit at the end of the driveway with a bowl of candy and throw it at the little monsters as they run by me. At least I don't have to don a costume; all I have to do is put on my robe, black out my eye sockets, and stick a lightbulb in my mouth. Presto! Uncle Fester!

I just heard on TV that the annual Halloween party in the Castro has been banned for the first time. I don't think it's going to work. That event is huge, and no manner of threats is going to stop people from putting on their leathers and chains and converging on the street. It's the biggest party of the year, for crying out loud. Damn government officials. They take away all the fun.

To those of you lovely readers who are wondering what I did to get my new rating (I'm still beaming and proud), all I can tell you is that the breakdown said I mentioned "knife", "crap", "shit", and "fuck" (as well as a couple of other words that are so innocuous, a child could utter them and not get in trouble). Had I known that, I would have typed "knife" 100 times and gotten the rating a long time ago. I wish it were red like the "R" rating, but one can't be picky. I like to think that my ramblings have earned that thing.

I've decided that I'm going to open up new yarn review and destash posts as they move down the page so as to keep them in view. I updated both of them today. I've received a lot of letters from folks who are delighted with the yarn reviews, so maybe I've hit a winner. As for the destash, those are for sale. C'mon, dear readers! I need the money so I can buy more yarn... uh... put it in the bank. Sheesh.

I'm sorry this post is so fucking boring, but today really has been that way. The YFIT came (a new one - we have her all week as Art is on vacation), so I have hopes of receiving goodies. Hubster told me the other night that because I had been a good girl, I could buy some stuff from the Loopy Ewe's Sneak-Up. Of course, Woolgirl also posted new items at the same time. So I split the booty between the two. I should have pictures of what I bought in the next few days.

Back to the Monster. Time to eat dinner (yum... another sandwich) and then knit some more. I have to say, though, that my sandwich diet has paid off. Not only did I fit in my leather dress for the concert, it's actually a little baggy. YES!

Now all I have to do is select 15 flutes.