I have been crazy-busy at work all week. All the emails waiting in my inbox after six days of vacation, one class, one committee meeting [I am on the Work/Life Balance Task Force; you may all stop snickering immediately!]
Came home last night, warmed some leftovers, and read over my notes for a class that I will be teaching at my old stake’s Home, Family, and Personal Enrichment meeting in July. We used to have Homemaking Meeting in every ward, every month. Now we have two stake-wide meetings a year, several ward meetings a year, and the rest is small interest groups. This will be a stake-wide meeting. I have three pages of notes and no idea what God wants me to teach them. [Yes, I have asked. I need to ask again when I’m awake enough to hear His answer.]
No pictures today; I need to throw on my shoes and grab my lunch and head out the door. Oh, and grab more yarn before I do. I am nearly to the point of needing another ball for the Noro thingie and the stealth project. I’m dragging Juno Regina along in case I ever get sufficient quiet and privacy to work from a chart, but I’m not holding my breath.
I dreamed that I was sitting in a room, knitting, and got a call from somebody I used to date, asking if we could date again, and I told him yes, and then another man in the room gave me a piece of paper with his name and phone number which I immediately and frantically lost and spent the rest of the dream searching through recycling bins to find.
I have no idea what that means, if anything; I simply offer it for your amusement.
Thank you for all your kind thoughts and wishes about the move. I am settling in nicely. No, Firstborn, you may not come in and shuffle things around to see if I notice. At least not until the guys are done with the last little bits to make the walls paint-worthy. My friend thought she was on their calendar for this week; looks like it will be next week, instead.
I’m hoping to start gathering paint chips this weekend. My friend sent me on a neighborhood tour to look at some color combinations that she liked. Next time I’ll try to remember to take my camera, so I can share.