Hello, friends. New week, new post. I have coffee to enjoy while Shawshank and I type our posts and listen to the morning news on TV. The cats are currently fighting over the foot rest cube. Chaucer has given up for the moment, opting to lay beside me and keep my thigh warm.
Shawshank set the laundry to run yesterday and put on RRR for noise in the morning. We played some Breath of The Wild in the afternoon before we took off to Shady Acres. The two of us take turns and swap every couple of hours. It feels very reminiscent of the days when my best friend, her little brother, and I took turns on their Tandy.
We brought a brand new baking pan when we were shopping last week. Unfortunately, our apartment-sized stove couldn’t handle it. Rather than hold on to it until we can return it, I suggested we give it to Shawshank‘s mom. She wanted to either pay us or exchange ours for one of her pans. I came armed with an easier suggestion; I’ve been wanting to crochet a witchy hat for a few weeks now, could I have some yarn and a hook? We went down into the bins and I chose a bunch of the cheapest, scratchiest yarn for my hat and some other projects I have in my head. She offered some of the finer stuff, but I declined. “I want it to look like an afghan from 1983”, I explained.
I left with a bag of yarn and probably 20+ hooks. After a bunch of trial and error, I figured out what I was doing and got back into the rhythm of working with the yarn. At this point, I think I’m about a third of the way finished with the basic witch hat shape. Because I am the way I am, I can’t do anything simple, and it won’t be a typical witch hat.
Also, with something to focus on, I inadvertently discovered a way to stay awake past 9:27pm.
We plan to do nothing today. The Murdaugh murder trial is in its last days, and Shawshank and I will probably watch it to some degree. I’m going to try to finish up the majority of my witchy hat.
