Funky little update

Last night I was thinking about what a lousy knitter I am. And to be honest, there was a serious mess up in my job too, which made me question my ability to do things thoughtfully, deliberately and accurately. I was only partially at fault with the job thing. Fortunately, I guess, the fundamental foul up was caused by someone else and my foul-up was that I didn't catch it but should have and it probably all is okay. By last night, my house was a major mess, time was running short, I had to go back and fix several things with my knitting. It took me two hours to do two rows, which says a lot about the number of interruptions I typically get. I ripped out the eyelet lace on Hannah's pants because it looks too clunky, and then my cat Seffie got hold of the ball of yarn. That would be sweet, innocent Seffie, "She Who Ripped Up the First Leg" that I had to redo. Then I took Boris and Mika for a walk last night, as in past midnight, and Boris somehow lost his $60 "deep fry" muzzle. I had to backtrack in the dark, in the middle of the night. But I did find it. At the farthest point from my house. Walking back though gave me time to reflect on several things:

First of all, most people don't have their job, kids and animals all in the same house all the time. Then there is the husband factor, a chaotic factor indeed. Even my chickens are more at peace when he's been gone for 24 hours.

Then there is the small fact that we use wood heat almost exclusively. This means managing the fire and bringing in the wood a lot. It also means several interruptions and an effort that must be sustained to ward off a chill that is inevitably here from October through June.

Third, I have too many animals. If I knew of anyone who could take in Roscoe, I would give him to them, but I don't. He needs extra care.

Fourth. Organized religion and philosophy drives me crazy. I unsubscribed pronto to Zencast. To be frank, wisdom wielders nauseate me.

Fifth. I think I am justified in deciding to step away from my mother as I have. She did a good job about some things but really stunk at others, as in most, and now she shall have her space, as I deserve mine.

On a completely different note, I've been watching "How Clean is Your House" again. It is aired on BBC America. Oh I do love that show! My mother is one that lives in the way of these people who are complete slobs, and the part that hits me hardest is when they confront the parents or mother and tell them they're being irresponsible and how can they do that to their child. My mother used to get angry at me if I'd try to clean, so it's a bitter but hilarious and motivating show. Here's an episode I found on YouTube:



If you can't link to Parts 2 and 3 and you're interested, here's the link to Part 2: