- 1. Movie: Double Hugh Grant movie combo
- 2., 3., 4. Rusted Fork, Knife, and Spoon
- 5. Book: Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer
- 6. Key Chain
- 7. Teddy Bear
- 8. Router
- 9. Christmas ornament
- 10. Black rose
- 11. Rusted Cable
- 12. Pocket Calendar from 2003
- 13. Rubber bat
- 14. Framed crocheted butterfly
- 15. Empty perfume bottle
- 16., 17., 18., 19. Large glasses
- 20. Part of a cat feeder
- 21. Nail file
I did not get my filing done this week at all, although I did start a bin to put all my notebooks and binders in one place. Well, a bin and an empty box, courtesy of the garage.
I have no idea how I managed to collect so many notebooks and binders. I use them to write in, to organize whatever in; I buy them because they have peace signs on them or some other cute design.
Oh. My. God. So it’s a start.
The interesting thing about this week is I’m finally clearing out the stuff I’ve had from when I first moved back to Mississippi. The router, the cable, the modem, and the cat feeder (who knows where the other part is) are things that were muddied by Hurricane Katrina, as was the framed butterfly.
My grandmother, before her hands became too knotty to do much, was an absolute artist when it came to crocheting. Filet was her specialty: incredibly time-consuming work, fine thread, and endless patience. She did her best to teach me how to crochet afghans, but all I mastered was the chain and single/double stitches.
I did manage to make a king sized afghan during a 6 week convalescent leave from surgery once. I just kept going and going and going.
While I do have a couple of her afghans, all I have left of her filet is this butterfly. In all of her work, she made window dressings, table runners, and all sorts of gorgeous pieces. When she’d finish, she would give them away.
As I was slushing through the mud, I spied it and grabbed it, throwing it in a box to deal with later.
It’s now later.
I’m going to keep the butterfly and toss the frame. I can wash it by hand, but I think it will always have a blue hue, the background bleeding into her art, forced by a hurricane.
It seems fitting.
One of the big gains this week is my garage. I’m no where on schedule (always on Nancy time, I suppose), but the space is definitely widening on my shelves. There are shelves in this garage. I had never seen a thing until I toured it for the first time.
Ideally, I’ll have nothing on them but animal supplies and water, but we’ll see how that goes. I still have quite a few boxes left, ones that aren’t even on the shelves but are on the floor, making it difficult to get to the shelves.
I think it’s still a win. And these days, I’ll take any win I can get.