July 30, 2006:
New cult!
Lately I’ve been having this fantasy about structuring my life around one of those days-of-the-week sets of tea towels. In fact, I should probably embroider some tea towels right away. For instance: Monday - Writing/Web; Tuesday - Craft; Wednesday - Improvements/maintenance; Thursday - Tedious paperwork/bills/TCB/planning/errands; Friday - ebay; Saturday - Cleaning/cooking; Sunday - choose your own adventure. I need to get Ron to draw me up some industrious bunnies and squirrels to embroider. Maybe Jenny Hart would want to print them. Then I can start my own tea towel based productivity cult. Hooray! Another utterly doomed plan to get organized! At least this one is unusually stupid and doesn’t involve another self-help book and index cards.
Despite the clobbering heat, it’s been a lovely weekend. Bright blue skies and big, puffy clouds and breezy-peasy. I’ve been awfully busy, working and cooking and washing fleece and generally TCB. My plans for today include finishing my crochet project, testing out all the new wood stains I bought, making and freezing two more lasagnes, and taking pictures for Stupid Crap I Bought Last Week, which, despite an unstoppable deluge of stupid purchases, hasn’t been updated in years.
I think Ben* & I are going to the Wabaunsee County Fair either tonight or tomorrow. I don’t really know how these county fairs work. The fair book makes it sound like it’s all about the 4H, which is fine with me, as long as I get a little funnel cake on the side. Tonight is the parade, pork producer’s barbecue (mmmmm….pig), and fashion revue. Tomorrow is the Mill Creek cowboys barbecue, beef show, and rocket launch! And Tuesday, the day I’m really excited about, is the sheep show and rabbit and goat judging. And the Barnyard Olympics, whatever that is. (Pleasepleaseplease let it have pigs in uniform.) My main goal is just to see the different varieties of critters possible for my fantasy backyard hobby farm and find out what the fair animals sell for. I’m assuming well above market, but who knows.
I really, really want to bring home a prize chicken, but I have no idea where I’d put it or how to care for it (although I do have a book on the subject…). Maybe if I wish really hard, an elegant chicken coop, fashioned to look like a miniature building from Metropolis, will appear. I need to take a carpentry class. Now that I’ve thought it, I really want a chicken coop that looks like a building from Metropolis. And of course, I’ll need the lady robot to guard it….
Yesterday, I got a bunch of fleece in the mail. This time, I bought it from people on fleece/fiber lists, not stupid ebay, so the quality was fantastic. The first ebay fleece I bought was quite nice. Stinky, as is customary, but nice. And after that, the rest were very disappointing, either badly shorn or crammed with so much hay and filth that you start to think these must be really spiteful sheep. But the ones yesterday were very pleasing, well skirted and clean. And there was mohair, which is so soft and silky in lock form. It looks like soft, curly baby hair. Without all those pesky babies! I can’t wait to ruin it all with my artless attempts at spinning and dying.
*Ben’s our new resident, which makes him sound official. He’s really a friend of Ron’s from Austin. I find him perfectly pleasant nowadays, but I used to strongly dislike him (years ago). I think that was a combination of my ex’s bizarre but effective anti-everyone propaganda campaign and Ben being a 23-year-old dumbass at the time. Kelly Sue & I were talking the other day about how horrible we were at 23. I said I’d rather do almost anything than have dinner with my 23-year-old self. Ugh. Except dinner with my 20-year-old self. Gawd.
