This. First spotted as I was driving home from taking Fourthborn and Fiancé to work yesterday morning.
And this, right around the corner.
I made sure that I had my camera when I went back at the end of the day. So maybe it isn’t a joke? And some family really is worried half to death over a missing chicken?
I must confess that when I saw the first sign, the laugh that erupted was nigh unto a cluck. Because my next thought was, “Better check with The Colonel”. And of course, this adventure made SuburbanCorrespondent’s post even funnier than usual. [Poor piggie! Poor bunnies!]
Yesterday was terrific on many fronts. All my bookcases are emptied. This one had all my cookbooks, French and German texts, and the spillover of my church books.
You can’t see the hall bookcase behind these boxes, because it folds up.
Empty-ish bookcases in my room.
My closet is packed up, except for what I wear on a regular basis. And the stuff that needs to be washed. [But no guilt, because it wasn’t on my list for yesterday.]
I will spare you the shots of what my bed looked like, five minutes before I crashed last night. Suffice it to say that my Amerindian name translates to “Sleeps With Boxes”.
And there was knitting.
That first troublesome and much-tinked first pattern section is done, and I am halfway finished with the second repeat, which is going far more smoothly. I did not have to start over on larger needles, after all.
In spite of all that I was able to accomplish, it was still a calm and relaxing day. I filled 32 small boxes and 4 copy-paper boxes. Used up the tag ends of two rolls of packing tape and bought two more. I still can’t get to the couch to relax with a movie and my knitting. Maybe after I get the extraneous kitchen stuff packed?
It’s Tuesday. Everybody back to work! [Be careful out there!]