Day One

The first day of my week off, and I didn't do anything.  

I mean, unless you count my usual Saturday chores, that is.  And I got my unemployment filed, which was a pain in the patooty, but it had to be done. I'd also intended to do my taxes, but after the headache of dealing with the state government, I sure didn't want to deal with the IRS.  It's on the agenda for this week, though. 

The only other productive thing I got done was to finish sorting through those owner's manuals I showed you the other day and tossed about half of them.  And that's it.  That's all I did today.

I spent most of the day sitting in front of the TV, just like I told you I was going to, watching a three part documentary on the Great London Fire of 1666, and now I'm watching a Time Team episode where they find an ancient Roman mosaic under someone's back yard.  

I supposed my biggest accomplishment for the day was to get this headband re-knit. 

Look, I even got the button sewed back on.  That was a feat in itself, because my tapestry needle was too fat to fit through the holes in said button.  I had to find my tiniest crochet hook and pull the yarn through with that.  The yarn was still a bit crimpy, even though I'd soaked it well, and it did affect the knitting a bit.  I'm hoping it relaxes and fulls a bit when I put it through the washer and dryer.  I mean, it is acrylic, so it won't felt like wool does, but maybe the fibers will fluff up a bit at least. 

And finally, I finished reading Over Sea, Under Stone, and enjoyed it just as much the 437th time as I did the first.  The only thing is...well, all fiction requires a certain level of suspension of disbelief, and this one is no exception.  Now, I can suspend enough disbelief to accept that three children can accomplish the things they do in this book.  I can even accept magic.  

What I'm having a hard time accepting is that these three children -- the book doesn't give their ages, but the oldest is at least 15 or younger, and we know this because at one point he says, "when I turn 16" -- find a 600 year old manuscript just laying in an attic, and they carry it with them all over this village in Cornwall, repeatedly unrolling and rerolling it, handling it with their bare hands, laying it out on the ground, exposing it to full sunlight -- and it doesn't fall apart.  

That's just a little too much disbelief to suspend, at least for a history geek like myself.  If you can get past that, it's a very very good book.  

Now that I've got my mortgage, electric, and water bills paid for the month, I'm seriously considering splurging and getting the second one -- even if I have to pay full price for it. 

Maybe...for now, I'm going to sit here and watch more Time Team episodes.  

Laters.