Yep, I've been AWOL. But with good reason ~ we have finally gotten mom's new trailer ready for her to move into, so the moving fun has begun. Hopefully, if all goes according to plan, the move will be completed next weekend.
Which brings up the subject of stuff. Why do we accumulate it and how do we manage to stuff it into the most remote and teeniest of spaces to guarantee that it will never, ever be used? And once it's brought to our attention after being invisible for years, do we insist that we absolutely can't live without it? This has been a major ponderance of mine this past weekend as I was helping my mom pack up her stuff. After all, just how many frying pans, fuzzy toilet seat covers, half-empty bottles of shampoo or partially used rolls of Christmas wrapping paper and used squished bows does it take to properly run and maintain a household?
How many singing canaries does it take before their song isn't pretty anymore, but has been elevated to an eardrum piercing resonance as they scream to Jimi Hendrix on the radio? I would say it's less than 7 which is the number of canaries my mom currently has in her keep.
Just how many square inches do you need to allow for a 8" long kissing gourami? Considering she has 4 of those and 2 equally sized tin-foil barbs, her 50 gallon tank is not big enough. Could explain why they spend the majority of their time with their mouths at the top of the tank.
I have managed to convince her to pare down the bird farm to 4 birds, the fish are on their own to fend for their survival. She has managed to find homes for 2 of her 4 dogs (I provided one of those homes), but there are still 2 cats for which a new residence is needed. Somehow, I think my mom thought she was in a lost episode of Little House on the Prairie, but instead of farm animals that have the potential for earning their keep, she chose domesticated animals. Oy!!
But such as it is and we'll get through it. The secret will be to get through it and still retain something resembling a relationship. So far, so good.
Needless to say, anything crochet-related has taken a major backseat until this move is complete. I hope to be back in the yarn and back in blogland in a couple of weeks on the outside.
Until then, may all your projects be frog-free!