A pouring morning.
Coming down buckets. We certainly do know where the drainage issues are here at the new place (fortunately few and all outdoors).
The flooring guy is still tapping away in the living room, so looking for a good place to park myself and work on stuff. It's just possible I might barricade myself into the nice new Room of Doom (which is way, way too tidy still) and start laying out some pattern pieces ... but not, repeat NOT, cutting anything out until I get the muslins fitted by some kind friend with clue. That has produced nothing but vociferous self blame in the past, and will only do so again.
Had hoped to go over to Seattle today for the annual pre-holiday spice replacement and kickoff eggnog latte run but this is so not the weather for a lot of walking around outside. Ordinary rain, no problem, but this reminds me of why I left Kansas. So, trying again next week in hopes of a partial letup.
Thanksgiving is to be at the daughters' house, since we don't as yet have a dining room table over here. The Child is talking about turducken, which underwhelms me a bit but it's her house and I am determined to get the mother of adult children gig off to a proper start. Especially since my own mother, who is now home from rehab and showing no signs of changing anything, is bugging me about coming here for Christmas again. Choose your example and carry on, I say.
Wish the flooring guy would hurry up. This is prime sit by the fire, listen to audiobooks and finish the damn eyelets weather.
The flooring guy is still tapping away in the living room, so looking for a good place to park myself and work on stuff. It's just possible I might barricade myself into the nice new Room of Doom (which is way, way too tidy still) and start laying out some pattern pieces ... but not, repeat NOT, cutting anything out until I get the muslins fitted by some kind friend with clue. That has produced nothing but vociferous self blame in the past, and will only do so again.
Had hoped to go over to Seattle today for the annual pre-holiday spice replacement and kickoff eggnog latte run but this is so not the weather for a lot of walking around outside. Ordinary rain, no problem, but this reminds me of why I left Kansas. So, trying again next week in hopes of a partial letup.
Thanksgiving is to be at the daughters' house, since we don't as yet have a dining room table over here. The Child is talking about turducken, which underwhelms me a bit but it's her house and I am determined to get the mother of adult children gig off to a proper start. Especially since my own mother, who is now home from rehab and showing no signs of changing anything, is bugging me about coming here for Christmas again. Choose your example and carry on, I say.
Wish the flooring guy would hurry up. This is prime sit by the fire, listen to audiobooks and finish the damn eyelets weather.