Who would have thought that I would have this mishmash of a lexicon? I guess that Dixie part is due to my Mom saying she’s from the South, although her accent is more of a mix of New York/New Jersey. And I was told at a cocktail party that I sounded like someone from the Main Line–a smart little suburb near Philadelphia. I guess that Upper Midwestern is from living in Boulder for awhile. And all those years and college living in New England bring out the Yankee in me.

I will post a picture one of these days… If I could find the blasted camera. But I have been knitting. I finished a scarf for Miss Jenny and pounded through the body of the little matinee coat for Lynnie’s little niece. OK, soon! I promise photos!

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I know fans, please forgive me. I just plain ole busy.

Since the move, my life has been so crazy that I haven’t spent more than 5 hours unpacking. I don’t live in a house, I live in a maze of boxes. Not cute.

And I thought I was SO clever listing what room each box belonged to with a special color code (yellow tag means “kitchen”). But alas those 30 odd boxes don’t tell me which one holds the roasting pan. So meals have been somewhat slapdash. Oh yeah, and the oven–runs a good 50 degrees below the temp that I set it for turning my delightful pork tenderloin into jerky. So not cute.

And I really crave knitting. When I’m completely stressed out of my gourd–like right now–a few rows of knitting will do wonders in unkinking my neck. Soon…Oh yes, soon. But right now, the lighting in the new house is only slightly sunnier than Batman’s cave, so perhaps I’ll run down to Joanne’s and treat myself to one of those oh so fancy OTT lights. Tomorrow is pay day! Almost as good as having mojitos pumped through my veins. Almost.

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