Hold me

Just had a traumatizing frustrating afternoon at work. Need a martini to chug and a fat orange cat to hold.

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This town is all about the parades

First, on Saturday the Pride Parade rolled into town.

Afterwards all the bodies crammed themselves into a block party half a block from where we live. You couldn't get away from Cher and Whitney and George Michael all afternoon long, the music was all OOMPTUH OOMPTUH OOMPTUH, the floorboards were shaking, the cats were like WTF, and I was all I CAN'T BELIEVE I GET TO LIVE HERE.

Then yesterday, the Celtics Rolling Rally, which I stopped by on my way to anthropologie. Ha! Ha ha!

Boston. I love you.

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Like working from inside a Bartlett pear

We've been in this condo for almost a year. Hard to believe. There was only one bit of major work that needed to be done, and that was to refinish the upstairs flooring. All three bedrooms were covered in this hideously dirty, white, wall-to-wall carpeting. Whoever invented white carpeting needs to die. Whoever took the white carpeting to hide the pumpkin pine flooring from the 1890's also needs to die.

Had the schedule allowed, we would have gotten the floors done before moving in. Alas. But it had to be done. So last month we bit the bullet, moved all our stuff upstairs down to the living room and kitchen and lived like packrats for a couple of weeks while the floors were sanded and finished piecemeal. The really really heavy pieces - bureaus, office desk, elliptical machine - we left in the rooms, sort of dismantled if possible and pushed to a corner. Once one area of a room was completely done, we'd move the furniture to that side, and then the sanders would finish the other. The process took 100 times longer than normal. Humans and felines alike were getting cranky. Two floors of furniture crammed into two rooms, living out of suitcases, dust everywhere despite best effors to keep it contained, cats crawling around everything despite best effors to keep them contained, not being able to find anything, and hey I think I just realized why I stopped knitting for a bit there. There was no ZEN. You cannot knit without the ZEN.

The results were totally worth it though. The original pine flooring has been returned to their former glory.

This is the office. Where all the blogging magic happens.

Before, as furnished by the previous owner:

After:

Our office desk is significantly larger

In Between the Before and After:

Floors sanded to a warm blonde, stained to a warm amber, then varnished to a glow.

We also knocked down the wall that covered the chimney. Obviously at some point this was a working fireplace, but no more. Unless we want to burn the entire rowhouse to the ground. We almost exposed the whole wall over there but decided we needed the wall space, and long column of brick was more accenty than an entire wall of brick.

The wall color was inspired by this outfit from the now-defunct Blueprint Magazine, March/April 2007 issue.

I love that crisp pear-green skirt accompanied by the pale gray/blue shirt. I almost went with that gray/blue for the office, but will do it for the adjacent bedroom instead.

Next I throw some things on the walls and some nice rugs on the floors (just around the desk for the chairs, not going to cover up those floors too much!) and then it'll be 1 room down, 2 more to go...

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Hello summer. Please stay awhile.

I had a goal this weekend. Come hell or high water, I was getting started on the Roofdeck Garden of 2008. Yes, the 95+ degree temps did make the process a bit uncomfortable, but last week the heat turned on for a few minutes each day in the house, so what I would say to 100 degree temps at this point is, SABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP. In fact I relished working in the heat, like a self-imposed rite of passage towards summer. One has not properly enjoyed summer until one's sweat glands have turned inside out.  So sunscreen-stained sweat drained happily into my eyes, underpants laminated themselves to the cheeks, dirt hitched a ride on the skin, and it felt great. I got a ton of exercise, a decent tan, enjoyed the view...have I mentioned how much I really love living here?

This is before. There are about 10 containers up there and all of them are filled with a dead trunk sticking out of the dirt.

This is after, if you can tell the difference. It's not terribly dramatic through photos but I assure you. The difference is there. There are more green things now. And the occasional yellow and orange and red things. At the garden center I bought a plethora of heat-loving, sun-loving all-around hardy plants - geraniums, lantanas, potato vines, petunias, hens and chicks, some other tropical dohickeys of various heights - and arranged them randomly in various containers.

Also moved the grill and deck table from the back to the front, just to spice things up even more. Eventually there will be a big umbrella for the table. It would be nice to be up here with the option of not scorching to death.

Here is the back of the deck, with views south. I was going to go for evergreen hedges but went for grass at the last minute. They are mundane and yet strangely elegant because of it. So swishy. In fact I think I would like to get a couple more. I planted strawberries and catnip too. Here's hoping they will remain unviolated by the neighborhood squirrels and Phillip, the cat next door who roams the upper decks.

Still a work in progress, but very much improved

There will eventually be a couple of lounge chairs to fill the space. Tonight I walk to Pottery Barn to investigate their deck chair selection. I will be very excited once those are in. And very tan. I'd also like to see if there are any outdoor "rugs" available that I could throw up there, to add more color and texture.

It's coming along though, it's coming along.

Here is the deck at sunset. Everything's in rosy, post-apocalyptic glow.

The next goal this summer is to enjoy this deck as much as possible with friends. There must be parties. There must be.

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Ptown

Duck and I have been in Provincetown at the tip of Cape Cod for the past week with our friends. It's our 3rd annual Memorial Day Week getaway to our 3rd seaside town.

We've been mostly drinking and playing Mario Kart and eating bacon. It pretty much doesn't get much better than this.

Still not knitting much though. :(

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Oh oops

Duck left last week. I'm still in Atlanta, still helping my Mom clean out the house. It's like a giant spider lived here, what with all the cobwebs and detritus of dried bug corpses littered in every unswept corner. Can't wait to go back to mine so I can start my life anew as a minimalist slash obsessive-compulsive neatfreak. I will be a caveman meets MarthaStewart, possessing only a sharp rock, and a couple of votive candles.

I was taking a break at friends' house for dinner last night. We were gossiping about old high school acquaintances - who has kids and how many, who are balding, who are married and who are already divorced - all that juicy stuff, which led to a discussion as to the appropriate age for marriage. Apparently age is pretty much the only deciding factor used to determine wedded longevity, and according to my high school buddy, I married too young. You're just feeling dumb that it took you 10 years to propose to your girlfriend, but look now you've already spawned! I countered. I'm still gettin' it AND sleeping eight hours a night haha! I like how old friends can be relied upon with all the non-sugarcoating. That led to some reminiscing about our wedding in Puerto Rico, and it was only after a full 10 minutes' discussion that I suddenly bolted upright and screamed, WAIT WHAT'S TODAY'S DATE?!?!

Today's Date (as in yesterday) would be our 6th anniversary. I would have mentioned it to Duck during the two phone calls we had earlier in the day. Had I remembered. Had either of us remembered. Heh.

April 27, 2002

Here's to 60 more years of forgetting!

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Wednesday is for Where I Live

I live in Boston. For almost the last 10 years I lived in various suburbs of, none of them more than 5 miles away, but this past summer we moved downtown and what a lifestyle change it's been! All for the better.

We donated our car sometime in November, just in time to avoid the pains of the season's first major snowstorm. It is not fun having a car in the city with only on-street parking available which is impossible to find as it is. Since I work from home mostly and Duck takes the subway to work, keeping it no longer made sense. Now we just use zipcar (a very cool urban service) when we need a vehicle.

The side effect to not having a car anymore, besides the reduction in bills from not having to pay for insurance or gas, is that we are totally jacked! Two or three times a week we walk to the grocery store with our backpacks, and are not afraid to fill them with a large cantaloupe, a gallon of milk, a bag of apples, a roast chicken and a couple of bottles of wine, give or take several other items, and haul all that stuff home. We're walking everywhere, patronizing local shops and with a mall and two major bookstores nearby, I've find that we're shopping online less and less. Which means no need for shipping.

We support our local stores, we get our exercise, we reduce our monthly bills, we reduce our carbon footprint.

It's a nice win-win-win-win.

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Carnivore

Well it's been quite the work month for me, quite stressful and pressureful. As a reward for conducting myself with all that grace under all that fire (except for that one night on Valentine's when we were out with friends drinking and I started crying when talking about work) (not my most shining-est moment), I bought a little present for me on Friday - a Le Creuset grill pan that is super petite (enough to grill two steaks or 4 small burgers or 4 links of sweet Italian sausages), super heavy, and super cherry red. It's a piece of cookware that's super not shitting around.

Then I went around the corner to our local butcher to buy some steaks. I love having a local butcher! They don't shit around either when it comes to their produce or their meats. I asked one day if they had any duck - I'd like to try roasting a duck sometime - and they told me to order it on Tuesday so that it could be slaughtered on Wednesday at a farm nearby to be delivered fresh to the store by Thursday. How cute! So cute that I wonder why I keep putting off ordering that duck! Huh!

Everything is seasonal, from local sustainable farms. I'll be honest and tell you right now that I don't know 100% what "sustainable" means, except that it can be very expensive, but since it's all the rage with all the liberals, sustainable must be something worthwhile, right?

So we bought a pound of hanger steak from a grass-fed cow and grilled it up on my new grill pan.

While our tastebuds rejoiced, our jaws were very tired by the end of the meal. We were left to wonder how FAR this particular cow had to travel away from the barn to get to its patch of grass. You normally don't think about it but cows tend to get rather muscular when allowed to roam so freely.

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Vowing to be more like TomBrady in 2008

Me: I wonder what it's like to be T0m Brady

Kitty: It must be great. He wakes up in the morning and is all hot. Then he has half the year off.

Me: You look in the mirror and you're like, Shit. Will you look at me.

Kitty: I have such a shitty work ethic - I would be like, Shiiiit my salary for this year could set me up for the rest of my life, I'm not doing jack. Throw the ball, run the ball, who cares.

Me: Hahaha.

Kitty: Dollar dollar bill ya'll.

Me: Yeah that's why we aren't T0m Brady.

Kitty: Exactly. Bad attitude.

Me: Oh to be the T0m Brady of web development...

Kitty: I show up for football practice and check my hotmail on the sidelines.

Me: I show up to the games, sit on the bench, and IM...

Me: ...Critique my fellow teammates' work and note that I could do better if I really wanted to, but it's my choice not to.

Kitty: Hahahahaha.

Me: Damnit T0m Brady.

Kitty: T0m Brady, you are a better person than me.

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The boys would like to wish you happy holidays

and especially a Meowwy Christmas!

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Living in the city, Part I

What's better than autumn in New England, with plump, friendly squirrels burrowing and hopping on thick golden carpets of fallen maple and gingko leaves?

Fall at its finest in the Boston Public Garden.

When you don't have to rake a single one of them.

As I'm walking along the pile of leaves just outside our door, I am warmed by the knowledge that each week, courtesy of our newly bloated property tax dollars, there will be that trusty street sweeper coming by to clean away all the detritus, and that our weekends of endlessly filling and stomping dry leaves into Home Depot refuse bags are over, oh so over, to be replaced by the less chore-y task of strolling to and through the Public Gardens or the Commons and enjoying the autumn leaves the way they should be enjoyed: by sight, by smell. Not by rake.

So it's been 4 months since we ditched our suburban house for digs in the city and we are loving every. single. second of it. I don't miss our old house. At all. Right now as I sit here, SOCKLESS, in a T-SHIRT, with the heat cranked up to keep the place at a constant 72 degrees (and we don't even have a choice about that! No thermostat!), I think about the couple now at our old house and imagine what they're saying to each other as they're discovering that they've just bought an oversized ice-box, and oil prices are at an all time high. They're probably not high-fiving. Because they're fingers are all swollen and it would hurt.

In the new place, there are no weeds to pull. I mean is this Shangri-La or what?! This has been the extent of my gardening so far:

Planting bulbs - amaryllis and paperwhites - in pots to be brought indoors. This year I bought somewhere around 60 paperwhite bulbs, and have planted maybe half of them so far, in soil, or rocks, or sea glass. I'm hoping they'll begin blooming near Christmas time because there is nothing quite so nice as fragrant white paperwhite blossoms to add more holiday cheer.

So, in general I haven't really talked much about our new place, except for the mantle. I love that thing. I get a couple of emails now and then from people asking how I'm liking it, and I'm fine with talking about it one on one, but with the general public...We're so happy and feel so incredibly lucky that we get to live the way we do, but do you really want to hear about it? Because maybe I'll come across as an arrogant douchebag, and apparently that would be just about the worst thing in the world for strangers to think me a douchebag. And then there's that creepy feeling of being voyeured...I should really quit thinking so much. If you haven't noticed, my writing here as been few and far between as lately I do this back and forth in my head and then censor myself into silence. Dude, WHAT is the big deal?? This is a blog is it not?

Stay tuned for more douchebaggery!

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Finally got that pony I've been asking for

I was going to show you the entrelac socks I just finished, but then something MUCH MORE EXCITING arrived at the doorstep this morning.

It's the dawn of a new era. Hello! to the very first Mac I have ever owned.

I have never seen prettier styrofoam in all my life.

(but Made by People With Small Delicate Fingers in China)

What a pretty pony you are.

Pretty is pretty much the only reason why I have this. That, and because it can run Windows, which is SO COOL. I mean, not Windows. Windows isn't what I'd call cool, at all, but it's what all the apps I use for my job requires, so I've never had a choice. But now I do, and I choose Mac, this pretty pony of a Mac that's been totally jacked up to be a real workhorse.

Right now I'm installing some stuff and I feel the same way I did when I was learning how to drive stick shift. You know how to work it, but everything's just a little off. It's a little terrifying.

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He'll be out there until the bowl is empty

Halloween was sort of a bust on our street. A lion, a fireman, a ladybug, a black cat and a chocolate lab came by and that was it. The chocolate lab was a real one and boy did he have the droopy-eyed, you-know-you-want-to-give-me-a-piece-of-that-chocolate look down pat. His owner could not get him to resume pace. And actually the cat cannot be counted as a visit because she took one look at Duck and refused to cross the threshold, so I had to hand the candy over to her while her father picked her up and carried her across the street. So disappointing.

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Happy Halloween

I am in severe baseball withdrawal. This was the first year that I watched or listened to just about every single Red Sox game. Usually I don't start following until towards the end of the season. But ah I have discovered what a perfect pairing baseball and say, knitting makes. Neither requires your undivided attention, but done together you get to use all sides of your brain at once and still in a very non-taxing sort of way. I love listening to baseball and cooking, working, drinking, whatever. Last night after dinner I just didn't know what to do with myself. During Game 4 of the World Series I was probably the only Red Sox fan cheering for the other team, just so they could play at least another game. Just another game!

Game 6 would have been today, on Halloween, and with the weather as warm as it is, AH it would have been the perfect evening!

Woot! Big Papi at the Rolling Rally yesterday. Taken by Duck. I was too short to see anything.

While at the barber's the other day, Duck overheard that the way candy is doled out to trick-or-treaters in a Bostonian neighborhood where most people live in multi-family units is to just park yourself out on the front stoops and hand candy out from there. That sounds frightening to me, deliberately placing yourself in a position where you have to interact with strange little children or worse, teenagers who are clearly too old to trick-or-treat...But Duck seems up for it, especially when it means he gets to wear his Venetian Man-Bird mask. He's worn it, with a monk's robe, to parties past and while the beak kind of prevented him from enjoying the party drinks, it never failed to freak people out.

I wonder how little children will take it.

Happy Halloween!

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Handknits are officially in vogue!

Have you seen this?

Twinkle's Striped Tunic, as it is called in Vogue Knitting's 2005 Holiday issue, is now the Butter Hill Funnelneck, part of anthropologie's fall 2007 sweater collection. Fascinating! So cool that as knitters we were able to be two whole years ahead of what was going to be fashionable in the stores! I only wish I had actually made this sweater like I meant to when I first saw this.

They're advertising it as an actual handknit, selling for $228.00. I might be crazy, but that price does not seem too unreasonable to me...

I mean I tried selling a pair of Red Socks once for more than that.

Here was an email I received recently from a Sox fan:

Here was my reply:

And then here was his reply:

I think I pissed him off. Oh well, art isn't cheap!

(GO SOX!)

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Things in the kitchen

This post courtesy of my brain being currently unable to string words into interesting or useful sentences. The heat finally got to it.

Cookbooks.

Part of wedding registry. One person bought out the whole thing.

Fan.

Came with the new place. The previous owner had some eclectic tastes...

Cats.

He's always trying to sit on the keyboard.

Ducks.

Make way!

(They're measuring cups!!)

Cats and Ducks.

THE END

PS The side-to-side sweater is nearly completed, just had to get through the weather and a couple more inches of ribbing. Stay tuned! (GEEZ LOUISE was it hot. We spent the evenings grilling and over the dying coals we roasted marshmellows. Guess what though, I hate marshmellows! And yet I ate an entire bag! So gross! The heat made me do it. Also, the leaves are turning colors from being scorched. That's the last time I ask for an extended summer.)

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Give me more summer days

So the first day of Fall was several days past, neighbors are placing potted flame-colored mums on their front stoops, and there's a wooly sweater blocking on the blocking board, smelling appropriately like a barn.

But as far as I'm concerned it's still Summer. Lucky for me, the weather is cooperating. 90F forecasted for the next few days!

Homemade sweet Italian sausages from our friendly neighborhood grocer

I'm here on the deck squeezing out every last drop. Am I the only person here who doesn't like Autumn? Probably...

Caprese salad, minus the mozzarella

One of the best things about being in a relationship is that you can eat all the red onions, and he'll still like you for who you are.

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Revisiting Santa Fe

A year ago today Duck and I rolled into Santa Fe, where we camped for 7 weeks and got ourselves into all sorts of sun-soaked, chile-soaked, margarita-soaked fun.

On our very first day there the Santa Fe Festival was going full swing in the plaza. There were parades and music and art vendors, like they were there to welcome us into town, and that's when we bought this:

The little bit of Santa Fe in Boston.

A couple of you asked about it on my previous post. It's called Sparrow Disenchantment and when we saw it we had to have it. I wish I could remember the artist's name. She had some really cool pieces.

An entire year ago! I can't believe it. 2 thousand miles way, we celebrated with brunch this morning at a Southwestern restaurant around the corner. I ordered a "Santa Fe Eggs Benedict," smothered in green chile hollandaise sauce atop a biscuit. I had something similiar in Taos except the sauce was deep shade of red from the red chiles and the biscuits were from yams and my god was it delicious. This dish here wasn't bad. It just didn't remotely come close to melting my teeth the way my first experience with New Mexican green chile did. Not wasn't expecting it to. That kind of dish wouldn't be polite in Boston.

The tiniest bit of Santa Fe in Boston.

Luckily we still have a several pounds of the hot stuff left in the freezer and tonight we're going to make grilled chicken swimming in obscene amounts of cheese and chile, the way it's supposed to be!

But I MISS YOU SANTA FE.

I miss the real thing. Hopefully we'll meet again soon someday...

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Small adjustments

The living room, in the new place.

Furnishings that used to spread out over 3 rooms - so luxurious! - are now stuffed into one. Notice that eyesore of a basement couch and TV stand? Some of them will have to go eventually.

But this chubby little guy is going to stick around to enjoy the view.

All in all, we're adjusting to city livin' pretty well. Even though there's like, no storage space. (One bike leaning against the piano, one against the kitchen wall). Ah so you win some, you lose some. I think I'd take a overstuffed room with a view over closets any day.

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Eye Candy Friday

Our first meal when we moved in consisted of champagne, left on the kitchen counter by the previous owner with a nice little note, and Wendy's. After moving we craved nothing but alcohol and grease.

The boys wanted to join in the fun, but we shoo'd them back down. Veebs was such an obedient cat that he made an immediate U-turn.

Bunny, however, would not be deterred. So we had to bring up the vacuum to stand sentinel next to the stairs. Bunny hates the vacuum, almost as much as other people sneezing. If we could get the vacuum to sneeze with a press of a remote button, we would have a fail-proof way of deterring Bunny from the stairs forever.

Sunset over Boston.

I likes living here.

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Update

Sorry for the lack of any. The capable folks at comcast have not provided us with any internet access though they have commercials on teevee (which we can't watch because also, no cable) that advertise the EASE of transitioning through a move. All you have to do before your move is to go their web site and update your address and poof! your account will transition seamlessly to your new home.

Only we don't really trust web sites, probably because it is our profession to make web sites, and we know something you probably might already guess, which is that web sites, especially the biggest most corporate ones, are strung in place with the floss of cotton candy, so we called someone and talked to a real live person who also assured us the transition would be seamless, and well that person probably used the web to put in our ticket. So, no internet.

No internet, and no water. I mean, first there was water, and just when I got my hair piled high and the shampoo at its most sudsiest, there wasn't.

The single guy in the lower unit is renovating. After I finished my shower via bottled water, I asked him to give a heads up before his plumber shuts off the water to the entire building. I did it with a smile though, as it was the first time I was meeting this fellow building-mate (we met the other occupant below the day we moved in and WOW is she BUBBLY!!!). My first impression of him is already wobbly, but there was no need for him to feel the same about me!

(I also have this fantasy of being BFF's with all my neighbors where on warm summer evenings we'd all sit on the front stoop of our buildings and chitchat over a glass of wine. I've witnessed this scene countless of times already on other stoops. I've wanted to join in. And then I'd remember, Right. I am DEATHLY AFRAID OF PEOPLE.)'

Over the weekend we had found out from neighbors that he had a penchant for not paying his condo fees on a time which is why the other owners got a separate building management involved to go after him...but then last winter the building management didn't shovel the sidewalk well enough so all the occupants were fined by the city of Boston.

Lose-lose situations are sometimes funny.

Before that, an occupant in the second unit had gassed him or herself. Not so funny.

And way before that, this building housed a stained-glass and mosiac studio. One neighbor in the rowhouse adjacent is trying to find out the name of the artist, who she claims has important works in old churches around Boston.

Mosaic glass tiles circa 1920 (?)

Hee!

More photos soon...when I can find the USB cables...

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All moved!!

Oh hi!

We have moved into our city condo, and we are very very very very very very happy.

Very.

The unpacking is taking much longer than I thought it would. Two days to unpack the kitchen, that's all I've been able to do so far. With the smaller space there's nowhere to put the pile of trash, nowhere to move...so after organizing our stuff for one room we have to diligently organize the trash as well. Breakdown all boxes, dissolve the dissolve-able peanuts, separate the styofoam from the plastic bubble wraps, unfurl the crumpled newspapers used for wrapping and put them in neat stacks for recycling and disposal later. It's taking more time than anything else but what can you do? Welcome to city livin'!

Yay!

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A sneak peak or two

Yesterday we were allowed into the condo so we could take measurements for the move. The beloved purple and greenish couch is in danger of being left behind, sad face. But keep fingers crosssed that the movers are really worth what they're getting paid...

Once in though I quickly scampered to the roofdeck. Since it was raining cats and dogs during our first viewing, I had only a hazy impression of what it was like.

So this is what it's like, on a picture perfect summer's afternoon. View of the Hancock Tower - skinny side facing - unobstructed views of the neighborhood, no other decks to the immediate side of ours. La.

Luckily Duck was around because I never took the measuring tape out. Too busy imagining the first thing I was going to do on the roof. Immediately buy some plants for the start of my little urban garden? Put a couple of potted hedges here, here and here? Sunbathe and read? Sunbathe and knit? Sunbathe and read and knit over a tall glass of drink? What kind of drink? If I get too groggy from the liquor and the sun, the stairs might be too dangerously steep for me to navigate, so maybe we should sleep out here the first night? Roll out the sleeping bags and have ourselves a camping trip, count the number of low-flying planes we see ascend and descend under the urban sky?

This will be great fun.

When I finally made my way back inside, I snuck more than a few peaks at the photos lining the fridge, the wall, the shelves. A natural curiousity got a hold of me, the same sort that had me google the name of the buyers of our house to see who they were besides just the buyers of our house (I put all our photos away for our open house and inspection, I'm such a hypocrite!).

Today though I wasn't just curious to see what a twenty-something single gal living alone in a fabulous pad her parents bought looked like.

I was curious to see what OUR child might look like.

Bahahaha.

I mentioned in the previous post that the buyers of our house are the same demographic as Duck and me. Well guess what, the sellers are too! We're keepin' it all in the family!

So I was just curious, you know, as to how their daughter, who lives in the condo, looked. 

It was for, ah, research.

I don't even know what I'm saying.

I guess I'm a little fascinated with the phenotype of a mixed-race couple...in other words, what a potential Junior CatDuck would look like...in other words, whether our children would be exotic-looking...in other words...

Whether our children would be hot.

We should not be allowed to have children.

(Even if they might turn out to have honey-blonde colored hair, ooooo!!)

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Move #1 completed

I signed up for the new domain shortly after this slightly whiny post and then for 3 months did nothing with it, exhausted from all the energy spent coming up with such a CLEVER name. That actually Duck invented. Not bad, huh?

It was quite the brainstorming session: domesticat.com was already taken, but I really wanted to continue using that moniker and build the brand, if it's not already established already (heh heh), in preparation for my ascension as a huge multimedia conglomerate. Anyway. domesticatknits.com was the next obvious choice, but then I didn't like the idea of limiting myself to just knitting, even though currently it is the craft of choice.

So here we are with DOMESTICRAFTS. The door is wide open for anything and everything under the crafting sun. And if you squint not too hard you'll notice that domesticat is still alive and kicking in there. Yay!

And I kept the subdirectory name clog - which aside from cat log, can now also stand for craftlog. Or cooking log. Or cocktail log. Or crazydrunk log. See? So versatile. Couldn't get rid of it!

As for Move #2, that is coming along. Two more weeks! The last couple of days have been the hottest of the year, and that was when I 1) chose to make risotto for dinner and 2) haul armful after armful of books for packing and donation.

I can't believe all the college books we'd been toting around from apartment to apartment to house. Bye bye forever you guys!

But that yarn stash has really come in handy.

How to pack a glass vase.

Look at the tower of Stephen King novels. Some of these are Duck's, but most of them are mine! From when I was