Kiss My Knits!

Today’s IEP meeting ran from 11am to 2:15pm. I had to cut out before all the paperwork was signed. We’d decided everything, but the printer broke and so they’re going to send it home tomorrow. I had to leave because Emily and I had to be across town at 3pm, and we also wanted to stop at Starbucks first. I hadn’t had lunch, so I scarfed down a croissant and some chocolate milk. Then I got some coffee once I had something in my system. Now that’s well-balanced!

My back was killing me after spending 3 hours in a child-sized chair (it still is). At her OT’s, I asked the receptionist if there was a room where I could lie down on a hard floor for a while. She found me a back room. I lay down at 3:20. At 3:58, I opened my eyes. I guess I fell asleep, but my internal mom-clock said “in two minutes your daughter will be ready to go. WAKE UP!” I felt fairly woozy afterward.

Because of all this, I didn’t get to go by the hardware store to get stuff to lock the shed. Let’s hope the thieves don’t come back tonight.

Right now I can hear a mouse in the kitchen. It may actually be a rodent jamboree, because it’s pretty darned loud. Our stupid cat is, of course, unconcerned. Unfortunately, I can’t find our Hav-a-Hart humane traps. One more thing to get at the hardware store in the morning.

Early to bed for me tonight.

I got to bed well after midnight after the lawnmower incident. Then at four a.m., my daughter came out of her room with a tooth that she had finally lost. I got her all set up for the tooth fairy, who left her a Susan B. Anthony dollar as usual. Then it was up at 6:30 to get ready for school. Fortunately I saved half of last night’s raspberry mocha. It’s definitely working its magic. I brought some paperwork for Emily’s IEP meeting to school this morning and then walked home. Then I bench-pressed a Volvo. No, wait, that last thing didn’t happen today. That was in college. Long story.

Instead of going to Maryland Sheep and Wool (too expensive, lack of energy) I’m thinking I might go to The Handmade Market event in Raleigh on Saturday. Looks like fun, and there are some yarn shops between here and there I’ve been wanting to hit. Plus we saved $350 by not having our lawnmower stolen, I gotta spend that somehow.

Whaddya mean it doesn’t work that way? Wet blanket!

My friend Laura’s in Raleigh this weekend, although she’s visiting family so I doubt I’ll get to see her. It’d still be nice to swing through Chapel Hill on the way home and walk around campus a little. Good times, good times.

I’d like to make a thank-you gift for our neighbor for stopping that ne’er-do-well from taking our mower, but I’m unsure what to make. I’ve never seen him wear any sort of knitted thing, so that probably leaves baked goods. The thing is, the man is in fantastic shape. I mean, seriously. He does his yardwork shirtless. Lemme tell you, you could cut diamonds on this guy’s abs. I’m not sure he’d enjoy brownies or muffins or whatever from the doughy lady next door. I could do a nice rosemary/olive oil bread braid but I don’t know if he eats carbs.

He’s probably a little over 40, recently married with a stepdaughter. He goes out on the weekends uptown for local entertainment. His musical tastes are eclectic, but we generally hear Journey or some other adult contemporary/rock/country genre coming from his radio when he’s out washing his car. Works as a network manager (or some other managerial computer-related position), but computers are just a job, not a way of life. He wears nice clothes to work, drinks wine and smokes good cigars, and his house and yard look immaculate. Yet he’s thoughtful and doesn’t give us a hard time (except occasional ribbing) about the general state of disrepair our home and lawn are in. I’m at a loss as to what to do for him. Completely stumped. Any ideas?

Wow, I really type more when I’m hopped up on coffee. Okay, enough blogging! I have to go fly like a hummingbird to the grocery store before my caffeine buzz wears off.