- I think I have everything I need for the boys' new school year.
- (except three pairs of rugby boots, but Mr M will sort that out on Saturday)
- I've been sewing labels for three days.
- I haven't even started looking at the shopping bags full of mis-matched socks.
- I haven't watched TV at all since the Closing Ceremony; it doesn't seem worth it.
- I spent 1 hour and 42 minutes in a queue on the phone to get tickets to hear JK Rowling talking about her new book at our local Festival of Literature.
- I got them!
- I'm also going to see/hear Paul Auster. I hope he's as smart and different as his books. When the 'written' voice doesn't match the real person it is a very disappointing experience.
- I'm getting into the 'fantasy genre'. Just finished "daughter of smoke and bone" by Laini Taylor. Well written. Any other suggestions will be greatly appreciated. (...please don't say the vampire diaries... that was baaaaad)
- Also read "the marriage plot" by Eugenides. Well written, but not amazing. "Middlesex" his previous book was great, this one... was ok. I don't like it when authors draw a whole book into conclusion in the last half a page... is that the best they can do?
- My hands are itching to make stuff.
- I have no time.
- No 2 is watching Chariots of Fire on DVD. I'm sure it won't be the last time either.
Way back when, when I first started blogging there was this popular feature doing the rounds called 'corner of my home'. On a regular basis people posted photogoraphs of their homes that represented their life in a particular way, in a particular time.
Often looking around me I can see 'photographs' that perfectly illustrate 'our' lives. The range of dirty clothes around the empty and open laundry basket in the boys' bathroom, the 47639 posters/drawings/photos on No 2's wall, the three quilts in a big pile on the sofa in the playroom, the empty cereal box returned to the breakfast drawer, the many projects on my desk... they're all snapshots that tell stories about us.
And so when I saw this:
I had to smile.
This is where we are. This is what life with three boys is all about: tennis rackets, baseball bats, cricket stumps and bat, hockey sticks... plus all the footballs, rugby balls, hockey and cricket and tennis balls at the bottom of the crate. Plus the bikes and the scooter in the garage. The frisbies. The bowling balls.
There's no end to it. (there's no end to amount of washing that all the above creates either, but that's another photo for another day!)
Incidentally the crate was meant to be for outdoor shoes... ha. That obviously didn't work.
I started the week with random... might as well finish it in the same way, right?
- don't you just love Fridays?
- are these soybeans (soya beans, whatever) or broad beans?
last week I treated them as soya beans, 'de-poded' them and boiled them. We survived. Just wondering if I'm going wrong.
- I'm in love with peonies;
the more faded the better.
- If you buy yourself a bikini... a) take a sanity test. b) stop opening the fridge when you're mildly bored. c) don't count on the calories-burning power of knitting.
- I found the plant that can survive life over a kettle:
I have no idea of what it is, but it seems to cope with randomly timed shots of steams throughout the day.
- 4.13am. I'm asleep. The door opens. "mum, the house is burning I need to sleep with you". wtf. It took me less than a second to wake up and 40 minutes to go back to sleep after a realised no 3 had a bad dream and only needed some reassurance.
- Two weeks of school, two sports days, one swimming gala, three play performances, one concert, one karate grading, one birthday party, one end of year disco and one school fayre to go.
Case in point (and I don't mean Kate Moss' ill judged line of my last post): apparently the US Olympic committe has written to Ravelry and objected to the use of the term 'Ravelympics' because it demeans the value of the actual Olympic games, the efforts of the athletes and so on. (oh and might upset sponsors who paid millions of dollars to use the name too... see where this is going now?)
- Today at No 3's new swimming lesson I bumped into a friend from university. We shared a house for a year and had great fun together. Somehow we drifted apart and hadn't seen each other in 17 years. We have arranged to meet for coffee soon and truly catch up. How lovely.
- My sister and I managed to time our walk up the hills perfectly. Before and after the heavens opened.
- Now it's clear again and the sun throws lovely shadows on my wall
- I declare Lindt chocolate the best ever. Sigh. I shouldn't be eating it as I have to squeeze myself into a very tight LBD on Saturday. Might go out and buy a pair of Spanx instead. Must do that in fact.
- I'm loving the flower arrangement on my dining room table. It's all about the vessels, right Ali?
- The boys and Mr M are all out this afternoon - can you hear the silence? - and after a gorgeous leisurely shower (why is it that showers in the middle of the day always seem more relaxing?) I'm making good progress with my latest quilt.
No real blocks just pieces of fabric, very heavily quilted.... we'll see if what's in my head translated to the finished product!
- I've read "The Happiness Project" recently. I don't normally go for 'self-help' type books, but I have to admit I really enjoyed this one. Perhaps because it was written as a personal story (a year long experiment by the author at 'increasing' her happiness level) but I didn't feel I was patronised or spoke down to. AND a few of her 'tips' kind of stuck too.
Following the author's examply I decided to cut down on the clutter. Easier said that done in my case... the zen-type I ain't. But having swept through the kitchen like a demented hurricane of tidyness I have to admit it did make me feel better. Happier? maybe. Better? definitively. I'll leave you to decide if it amounts to the same thing.
Now you can see the centre island and if you need a pencil or a pen they're located in the freshly decoupage yogurt pots near the phone base. (Call me Martha)
If you need the phone... well that's another matter altogether... you're on your own there. Last time I used it I was getting something out of the deep freezer, so it might still be in the garage!
I sharpened approx 4553 pencils and tried 2332 felt tips. They're in pots too.
(and yes some of them are still unsharpened but they're late comers, found in corners later on. Give me a break, ok? I almost got Repetitive Motion Syndrome from doing that!)
- The 'tidyness' weather front fizzled out when it hit the cold air of the hallway and hasn't reached any other room yet. Although a small cell did briefly re-form in the master bathroom which looks rather spiffy now)
- When I cleaned the fish tank I somehow succeded in throwing away the little insignificant looking piece of plastic that actually held the important task of breaking up the large and violent bubbles coming out of the pump. For a while I couldn't work out while the fished thrashed about and the water was kind of stormy. Then it hit me - at 10.30pm, on my way to bed - and I had to spend a good while going through the rubbish bin looking for it. Nice. Not. The fish are grateful for the tiny bubbles and calm water, they told me so.
- Two days ago I listened to a BBC Radio 4 programme on the tallest tree (anyone?) in the world. Who would have thought that listening for half an hour to a man climbing to the top of a tree could be so riveting. Radio at its best.
- Do you listen to the Radio? Local? Digital? I love my digital country station (currently I'm obsessed with Country 105... but only when Mr M is not around. He doesn't 'do' country music. At all.)
- No 3 is going to his first sleep-over on its own at grandad's house. Without his brothers. Another step up the 'he's going to leave me one day' ladder. My baby. Sigh.
- Mr M and the other two are off to see Star Wars: episode 1, in 3D tonight.
- Yippee I don't have to go!
- Shall I knit or shall I sew?
- My right eye is now framed by two red blobs. One above, one below. Not nice.
- The weather has warmed up and there is no-way that rugby training might be cancelled this Friday.
- Plus I bought a sledge which means it'll never snow again in my children's lifetime.
- I've had a really 'fuzzy head' week which of course was the prelude to a migraine. Bum.
- It might explain how I managed to post Mr M's Valentine card without a stamp.