Ten hour days

Posted by on Wednesday, April 26th, 2006

. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something.
. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something.
. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something.
. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something.
. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something.
. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something.
. . . all work and no play make Crazy Lanea a something something.

Not dead, just crazed.

Ten hour days, followed by evenings filled with my volunteer job.

Must launch four brand-spanking-new federal websites in one week.

Must make giant festival happen in .  .  .  holy hell  .  .  . 50 days.  Anyone wanna volunteer?  Pretty please?  We need your help.  Seriously.  And we’d be happy to take some of your money too.

And, apparently, people still expect me to shower, wear clean clothes, and possibly iron occasionally.

I promise, I am making progress on a number of projects.  I finished an inkle-band, I made some socks, I un-dazzled a skirt, I got some gorgeous linen for a project for Skutai . . . and my camera needs batteries.  I would insert pictures of my garden, but, er, batteries.

Metro-knitting is boring to look at.  Imagine a picture of another sock.  Do not, however, imagine the gorgeous Jaywalker I was making, because it has betrayed me and must be destroyed.  It’s not the sock’s fault, honestly.  Metro-knitting plus metal needles equals gauge issues, which went unnoticed until the weekend, when I was knitting at home and able to try said Jaywalker on.  And then cry.  The sock is 80% done and doesn’t fit.  But I must rip it, because I must own this yarn forever.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, kittens are not conducive to sleep.  Yarrow does not respond to any form of veterinarian-approved kitty-discipline we can find.  And he drools when he’s happy.  And Speedwell thinks he is a necklace.  A nine pound necklace with nose-tickling fur and claws.

I’m trying to try to start the Print O’ the Wave Stole using the freaking gorgeous yarn that Juno sent me a while back.  No promises until the terrifying deadline passes.

Er, send help.  Or a maid.  And a landscaping crew.  And maybe some wine.

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4 Responses to “Ten hour days”

  1. minnieon 26 Apr 2006 at 9:40 pm 1

    i can’t come to volunteer, but i can send money. how much ya want?

  2. Jaymeon 27 Apr 2006 at 9:32 am 2

    Count me in for helping teach at the festival, and if we need to make supplies ahead of time I could maybe host a supply making party.

  3. Rachelon 27 Apr 2006 at 2:02 pm 3

    You mean your minions STILL haven’t shown up yet???? It’s hard to find good minions these days.

  4. itgirlon 28 Apr 2006 at 12:39 pm 4

    Metro knitting is supposed to be boring, but my ride is too short to get anything accomplished, anyway. Alas.

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