Even less worthy of an entry
I'm taking a bunch of heat for my last entry, and since so few of you read more than one entry at a time, I'm going to post something just to stop the madness. ;-)
One of the guys at work does woodworking, not carving, per se, but he makes beautifully shaped bowls out of wood. He gave me one last year and it's quite lovely. I keep it on my desk and at some point I actually started putting candy in it. I've never been the person with candy at her desk, but all of a sudden, my desk is the place for food. Lots of people bring stuff in, they just put it at my desk. I've decided that I need to start buying stuff I don't like, because I'm eating too much crap. I went to Target the other day (I was completely out of laundry detergent, but not out of dirty clothes) and while buying everything on my list (except Zud, which they didn't have) somehow a bag of Tootsie Rolls ended up in my cart. Yeah, you know it's bad when I indicate I used a "cart" for shopping. I *never* use a cart. I hate carts. But I knew I was going to buy the biggest jug of laundry detergent they had (I had heard a report that morning that sizes of detergent were going to be smaller, due to the price increase in EVERYTHING, and they were right, the jug I bought was definitely smaller than one I've bought in the past), along with fabric softener, spray 'n wash, etc., that the hand basket was not going to work.
The problem with the Tootsie Rolls is that I really like tootsie rolls…and I haven't been able to stop eating them, even when they make me nauseous. Sometimes I'm as bad as a kid at Halloween.
After I dropped a bundle at Target, I had to go to my local hardware store for the Zud. I'm pretty sure it's not environmentally friendly, but this stuff is the BEST! As some of you know, my apartment is quite old (built prior to 1925) and although the pipes in the building have supposedly been replaced, the water has a tendency to come out orange, if you haven't run the faucet in a while (let's say, because you went on vacation for a week or so). But it's more than that, too, because the bottom part of my shower liner (which is fabric for ease of washing and because it's long-lasting) is orange, just the bottom foot or so. And my sinks are original which means they're enamel over iron (?) and where the enamel has worn off, there's chance for rust ending up on my plates. A fingertip of Zud and a little pressure has removed many a rust stain from my dishes.
I do have some environmentally friendly cleansing powder, but it didn't do the trick the last time I cleaned my tub, so I had to break out the Zud and it did the trick, but I used up the last bit I had. A clean tub is a happy tub.
I have been pretty depressed all week, and I don't really know why. I'm just despondent and don't feel like doing anything, which is bad because I have two sweaters needing my attention. I actually did work on my niece's graduation present (a tank top) yesterday for a while, but then got sidetracked with absolutely nothing. Grandma's bed jacket/sweater has reached the point where I don't feel like dealing with the messed up instructions, so it sits there. The niece graduates next Friday night and her party is Sunday so I really need to get moving on it. I'm not even finished with the back yet and still have the front to do. *sigh*
I'm a little scared that I’m going to get them done and then they won't be the right size. I measured my niece, but it looks a tad big right now. I didn't measure Grandma, but when I finished the back I did hold it up to her back and it was fine, but the two front pieces look awfully narrow. I will not be happy if I do all that knitting and then they're all wrong. There will be a bit of head meeting wall.
I'm so bad that I just wanted to start a scarf last night. I need a little instant knitting gratification.
I'm wondering if my melancholia is related to the weather, somehow. The weather is nice (if still getting pretty darn cold at night – it was 37F when I walked to work yesterday morning), but I'm thinking sinuses/barometric pressure or something. My head just feels funky. Last night I would have bet good money that I had a fever, but the thermometer read 98.3…not exactly feverish. I haven't exercised at all this week, which seems to be taking its toll on my sleeping, so this afternoon I'm going home and getting right on the treadmill. I hate being tired, but lying in bed completely unable to fall asleep.
I'm really looking forward to next week. The LB shows up late Thursday night/early Friday morning and there are parties and such all weekend. HRH is supposed to come down, although I have a feeling she's going to bail. I hope she doesn't because I think my brother would be hurt. This weekend I have zero plans although I'm contemplating scheduling a massage for Saturday morning. We shall see.
Well, I think that's about it…