Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
- The woman from BC with the latest offer on the house. Pulled out. Finished. Did not close the deal. F$ck! Cr*p! D#mn! (#$&%&^@! Back to the drawing board.
- Autumn Socks. Finished. For Colin. Thank f$ck. Nice colours, but what a pain in the ass to work with. The yarn, a 4-ply, kept splitting. At first I thought it was me, paying too much attention to each different coloured ply, being so charmed by how the variegation created a cohesive whole. Bull. It was not me. The damn yarn had a mind of it's own. Still made a nice looking pair of socks. 60 sts on 2.25mm needles fits my boy/child.
- Green corduroy pants for Colin. Finished. Copied a pair of sweatpants I made for him last fall and added an extra half inch or so to the length. They fit him perfectly, with a wide elastic for comfort and because he's too lazy to be bothered with button and zipper. He tried them on to check for fit and didn't take them off all day. Same with the socks. Photo is evidence.
- One glove that I started last year. Finished finally. To tell the truth, these have been procrastinated upon because I forgot when needle size I used. I had only the thumb to knit, with stitches on a holder and not a single needle in the bag with the rest of the yarn (Noro Kureyon, col. 32). I finished the cuff for the second glove tonight, but check out the difference in the colour. All from the same skein. I'm considering ripping the cuff and starting another skein to match the colour to the first glove. What say you? You must have an opinion or two out there....
Friday, January 25, 2008
We won't know until tomorrow evening if our counter offer will be accepted or countered again. That's fine by me. I'm planning on sleeping in tomorrow.
It was -19 C tonight on the way home from work. Holy frosty toes. These temperatures have not been kind to my few remaining barnyard critters. R.I.P. Cuddles, Romeo, and Bobsey Twins. I am down to only four chickens.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
P.S. Thanks for the good word, Desperate Housewife from yesterday's comments.
Kitty p0rn for AliP:
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
By early afternoon my real estate agent was calling to schedule a showing. For today. In an hour! OMG! I offered to show the house first thing tomorrow. Nope, no good. Out-of-towner. How about between 3 and 4 this afternoon? OMG! Couple hours? Sure. We'd do the best we could. Don't panic... Don't panic....
I tried not to. Panic that is. We made the house spotless. Good thing I am not working. The partially packed/unpacked boxes have disappeared from sight. You would not have been able to tell that the house looked like a tornado had struck only two hours prior. I'm trying to convince myself that the fact that the potential buyer was here over an hour is a good sign, that she's serious. I'm not going to hold my breath or cross my fingers.... But I am hopeful. On the other hand, you won't believe the other fly in the ointment...
After the agent and her client left, hubby called to report that all went well to our agent. Turns our that he had a call from the previous buyers, the ones that cancelled the offer and left us high and dry. Yeah, them. He says that apparently they secured other financing but are now dealing with CMHC and have to jump through their hoops. HUH?? That deal was dead, or so their lawyer informed us. Now they're going to try to still hold us to the original offer, so we can't accept any others?? WTF?? What have these people been smoking?? Is this ever going to end?
I just want my dream house.
To unwind, I knit. Colin's second pair of wicked long socks are complete.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I will have to start to unpack sooner or later, because who knows how long it will be before the next buyer comes along? I am not happy about this turn of events, believe me. Especially since the whole household seems to have come down with the sickies at the same time. I spent most of the day in bed, sleeping. I feel totally done in. The stress is having it's way with all of us, beating our defences down, allowing sickness to slink in and take hold. Damn.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Knit with one strand of New Zealand 100% wool and one strand of mohair, using 3.75mm dpns. He absolutely loves them. They're quite thick, very warm, and with the mohair should last a very long time.
Colin's newest socks.
This boy likes his socks long! That's why I started making them from heavier wool, so the knitting would go a bit faster. Finished the second sock this morning. It's Briggs & Little Tuffy. I knit the first sock yesterday and he started wearing it. I had to plead to get it back so both socks would match. My men like the socks I make. Good thing. It's what keeps them from questioning the size of the stash too much.
I'll leave you with two of my cuties. Too sweet for words. At least I think so!
Friday, January 18, 2008
I am grateful for having an understanding boss, who let me call in and take the day off. Officially it was for dealing with the constantly ringing telephone, but also because I required some down time, and the moment the phone stopped ringing I stole the opportunity for a much needed nap to recharge my batteries. Falling onto the bed, my body and mind and emotions felt like someone gave me the once over with a baseball bat. After supper, I felt like a new woman. I felt a calm surround me. It was really strange. I mean, calm with kids in the house? No, no drugs were involved. I just started cleaning. How bizarre is that? And you want to know something else??!? The washing machine = lifeless. Kind of. It's broken. Because this surely is the best time to have a broken washing machine. But! I did not lose my cool. I had no control over it. I let it be. How is that for personal growth?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Thanks for the kind words, Mary Anne. Unfortunately, you will have the opportunity to comment on more home news in the coming days...
You know how when everything is going so smoothly, all the ducks are lining up in a row, you're thinking all those positive thoughts and you just feel like all those good thoughts you are thinking are making everything work out for the better? That power of positive thinking thing? You know what I'm talking about? And you know that all is well, and you think to yourself: "self, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth. All is well. Don't look back, don't complain that the weatherman got the forecast wrong again, the sun will come out tomorrow.... blah, blah, blah...", and you try with all your being not to question your good karma? And keep your eyes forward, don't look down?
Because you know, you KNOW, that had you looked down, you would have seen the @()$&#(% rug, and had the chance to brace yourself before it was whipped right out from under your fugging feet.
Yeah. Beware the bleeping rug. Because I tell ya, the fall hurts.
Now I want you all to know that although things have gone horribly wrong and my happy bubble has busted in a most spectacular and dramatic way, I have not lost my sanity. I gave in to a very short burst of self-pity but overall, I think I'm handling things much better than expected. (Seeing how I was trained to use high-powered weapons and all, and I am NOT roaming the streets tonight on a search and destroy mission. Yes, all things considered, I am well. Thanks for asking.)
What the h*ll am I going on about? Looks like the !*$#^#@ house sale is going to fall through. Our buyers did "something" and this sale is about to go bust, therefore the purchase of our dream home is about to go belly up, and flush that sucker down the toilet. With less than two weeks until closing. With half the @*^% house in boxes (I've been a busy little beaver, packing. Damn my efficiency!)...
Oh, woe is me.... There is that self-pity again. Okay, I'm done. Thanks for listening and stay tuned, tomorrow, same time, same station...
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
So I had to take the truck to get looked at today. Can you visualise the money simply floating out of my wallet as I pulled into the dealership's lot?? No? Well, that's what it felt like. Let's try to put a positive spin on this situation. Oh, I know. While I waited, and then waited some more, for the mechanics to declare the truck woes, I knit. Of course I did. Managed most of the leg on hubby's sock. Between all the wise cracks, that is. Funny how fast those guys started listing their sock sizes. Yeah, as if.
But seriously, they were quite decent to me. And I did not walk out of there (as in not having enough money to pair for all the repairs). There are a couple more thing to get fixed, only one rather worry-some; I'm hoping to have that looked after in the next day or so.
Got home just in time for supper, which was still hot and very yummy.
Between loads of laundry, I watched some evening TV, namely NCIS and House, while sewing on buttons and finishing the ends on the Lopi sweater. And finally, I declare it to be done! Major FO for 2008! The bad news? I don't think I like it anymore. Hmm. Might do some slight felting to see if that makes it more likable. Pics tomorrow.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
And some new socks being modelled. Naturally, they are already filthy, but fit her perfectly. Apparently, I did good because they don't slouch either.
Oh my, I don't know if I can handle the praise!
Did I mention the many, many loads of laundry I've been doing? Gah.
Friday, January 11, 2008
The specialist was awesome: got us our mortgage at a good rate, told us stories, gave us some high quality information, and let us pick out a free gift! We were in her office for an hour and a half, mostly just gabbing; the business end only took about 10 minutes. She's fabulous. I will provide her information another day, when my bed isn't calling to me so loudly.
The banker: she wheeled and dealed with the bosses in Toronto and secured bridge financing, thus allowing us to take possesion of our new house five days early. That information was a high stress reducer. Big time!
The real estate agents: put up with all our calls and calls from the bank, resent documents again and again, all with grace and good humour.
So. I only have three workdays left. I've been acquiring as many boxes as possible in many different places. Saves money on having to buy them.
I've been finding super awesome savings and discounts at Zellers on bedding. No holey sheets for us in the new house.
The guest room in the new house will have a queen-sized bed. Yeah, baby. And a new mattress, eventually.
Burnage of old junky furniture begins tomorrow.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
- I drank coffee.
- I checked email and played games on Its Your Turn. (Free or you can buy a membership for more games.)
- I drank another coffee.
- I skimmed through some blogs. There are some seriously funny people out there. I love reading them first thing in the morning.
- I packed some glass wares.
- Hubby came home and we made lists pertaining to the move while we drank tea. (I may have started to float about that time.)
- I yakked with Alison on the phone, waking her up once again. What's up with that?? Does all this woman ever do is sleep and knit??
- Got bank appointment confirmed by my super duper real estate agent. Why is it that she managed to talk to a real person and we only got voice mail!? Huh.
- Received confirmation that Rosie, the SPCA cat I've been fostering, was getting adopted. (Fabulous timing!)
- Took Rosie to the vet for a final check up before adoption. Holy cow. She weighed in at 11.2lbs! Should have called her Chubbs!
- Went to bank appointment with mortgage specialist. Turns out the woman is a fountain of knowledge and extremely helpful and personable.
- Dropped by the library.
- Dropped into Carousel, a used book store on King St. Bought a knitting book, a cross-stitching book, and a book that promises much hilarity titled "sand in My Bra and Other Misadventures". How's that for a title?!
- Supper with the off-springs and much discussion about move and dangers of living in centre of town as opposed to the middle of nowhere. Start warning speeches about strangers and limits.
- Finished knitting my Fleece Artist wool mittens. I am dubbing them Knights of the House Hunt. Aren't they beautiful? I started knitting the first one on day one of our housing hunting venture with our new agent . (Actually, the first day of house hunting was such a resounding bust with the first agent that it shouldn't even count!) The second mitten was mostly done by the second house hunting outing this past Saturday. The thumbs I completed tonight. I may have to knit some gorgeous mittens for our fabulous agent for making it such a painless endeavour. Here's another picture. I couldn't help myself.
- See that catalogue under the mittens? Thanks Roggey, Miss Enabler. There was some talk of fountain pens on Pen Pals Group on Ravelry, and she directed people to her favourite source. OMG! I didn't even know they made pens to the tune of $21,000.00!! I mean, there are more affordable ones in there too, but woweee. Order a catalogue. It's free. Then drool. (I have a new want list.)
- Oh, yes. Almost forgot (or rather blocked) the fact that I spent over an hour sewing in ends on the Lopi sweater. No, I'm not done. Not even close!
I've also joined the Stashalong again. I haven't posted my goals yet. However, I did start my yarn inventory. This will take some time, but cut me some slack. I'm also boxing the stash up for the move. And also writing down the titles of all my knitting, and other craft-related books. There are lots. Maybe there should be a book diet in my future too. (I hope hubby doesn't read this post! He may hold me to it!!)
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
We should have known right from the start that nothing good could happen on that day, as it was the 10th anniversary of my father-in-law's passing.
But we had to go to Digby to pick up the man/child from the ferry so it's not like there was a choice about getting out on those crappy roads. The weather was hideous. A full-blown winter storm, thank you very much. What made it even worse was having to follow a snowplow/sander for a good portion of the trip which decreased visibility to practically zero. The ferry had it's own problems too. It was close to an hour and a half late leaving Saint John, New Brunswick. Something about a lobster trap getting tangled in a propeller or something.
Are those roads a sight? That's the 101 Hwy! The North Mountain in the distance. You know what the highlight of the whole trip was? Before we left Digby to get on the highway, we stopped by Superstore and I went on a little shopping excursion. Oh yes I did! For raisin bread and turkey roll slices and a jar of dill pickles and some baby carrots and some fancy shmancy apple juice (organic no less!), and a huge tray of assorted nuts for dessert. That was our picnic lunch in the truck. (Don't be silly! Of course I forgot to pack something from home. But we deserved a treat.)
Naturally, with all the delays, we were late meeting our (new) real estate agent for our first appointment in Lawrencetown. And the lateness just snowballed (excuse the pun!) onto our other appointments. I was in such a daze I don't remember how many houses we looked at. I do remember that a few weren't even shovelled out. To get to the front door of one, we walked almost knee deep in snow. Brrrrr. On a positive note, our new agent is fabulous. A vast improvement over the jerk we had before the holidays.
So. It was getting dark by the time we got on the road for home. The roads didn't improve as the day wore on. If the main highways were as bad as in the above photo, imagine what the smaller roads were like. And that brings us to our "mishap". Hubby was driving the whole day, poor guy. (Personally, I think it's the whole man=control thing. But what do I know?) We were in the home stretch, only about 20 minutes from home, if the weather was decent. And there we went, sliding through a stop sign at a T-junction with the #10 Hwy. Crossing under the highway is a river, and the only thing that stopped us from going in was hubby madly steering for the guard rail, and hoping for the best. We were lucky in so many ways: that there was no oncoming traffic, that we belong to an auto club (we only had to wait about an hour to get towed out!), that we didn't go into that river, that the truck wasn't severely damaged and we managed to not need to deal with our insurance company, and of course the most important, no one was hurt. In shock, definitely. But safe. Oh yes, we had many people stop and offer assistance. One couple with a van even offered to drive our kids home, which we took them up on. Only three vehicles never stopped to see if we were ok, much less slow down.