Stuff...and more stuff. :p

My spare bedroom is a catch-all room, and it's been collecting things since last summer, when my mother passed away. It's the place where I store crap on the floor, in boxes or bags, to take to Goodwill. It's the bed I throw stuff on to go through on another day when I "have more time".

Everytime I go in there lately, I cringe, because I can't even see the top of the bed anymore--or the floor, for that matter. These last couple of days, I've dared to go in there for short spurts to try and sort things out, but I've just spent an hour in there, and although I can now see half the bed, and most of the floor, I still have to find a place to put the rest of the stuff that's on the bed. Three quarters of it is bags of yarn I brought home from my friend Annie's place (the one who passed away last summer). I thought I collected yarn--she's got me beat by country mile!

I'd like to put it in the closet...but, the closet is full. I think I'm going to go buy some of those plastic milk crates and stack them in the closet (after I pull out all the other crap and toss it LOL). Then, it will be out of the way, but I'll still be able to see the inventory to make things. Or, maybe, I should just get busy and start making various blankets and donate them to the VA or a nursing home for lap blankets.

And, get this...there is a ton of yarn in these bags--not to mention the leftovers that I already have. But, do you think I have enough of the colors I need to finish this one blanket I'm already making?! NO!!! So, I have to go and buy yet MORE yarn. It's a vicious cycle, I tell ya...a vicious, vicious cycle. :p

You know you're getting older when...

...you trip and fall flat on your face in the gravel driveway when trying to rescue your older sister after she fell flat on her back in the gravel driveway. :( This is the day after you trip on the door sill trying to get into the house, carrying a large cooler of food! And, NO--at neither time was there alcohol involved in these incidents. Pity, as at least there could've been an excuse, instead of just plain clumsiness. :p

So, there's "road rash" on the palm of my left hand, as well as on my right knee and lower leg. But, to make me feel better, my sister has matching abrasions on her hand and leg. ;)

We never claimed we were graceful. LOL

Happy Easter!

Spending the weekend with my sisters and a few family members. I've got the egg hunt eggs all filled and in the car, along with M's Easter basket (hidden in a box, of course). :) I wasn't going to dye eggs this year, but M wanted to, so I hurried and cooked them up last night, cooling them quickly in the frig. M happily dyed the eggs, and then disaster happened. :(

Instead of putting the eggs in a sturdy container, I thought I could just leave them on the cardboard "tray" and put them in the frig. Well, when I took my hand off the tray to open the door, it got top-heavy and tilted, tumbling all but two eggs onto the floor! Now, the eggs are "texturized", with a gazillion smash cracks in them. :p I've dubbed it "Humpty's family reunion in the fridge".