Lemony Fresh!

It's Columbus Day here in the US. 'Tis a day where 50% of the population takes the day off to celebrate the historical documentation of the fact that no man will ask for directions no matter how lost he might be.

The Sheep is one of those lucky celebrants who gets a holiday today and is mighty grateful for the time off. I even managed to come up with some thoughts for how to spend my extra day of freedom.

Before I get too much further into this, I should probably let you all in on one small, but vital, piece of information. The Sheep ran out of meds. Well, there is one left, but we're judiciously saving that one. Personally, I think I'm just a heck of a lot more grins and giggles without my Concerta. As long as you're not depending on me to pay a bill, get to work or drive you to the hospital, ADD can be fun for the whole family. But the charm wears off quickly, even for me. Basically my whole life can be pared down to these two utterances: "Ooooooo! I have an idea!!!" and "Who's stupid idea was this anyway?"

Thus, it is probably not all that shocking that I decided to do a little housecleaning today and that giving the kitchen floor a "good, old-fashioned, hands 'n knees scrubbing" should be the first order of the day. Now, I've never actually done this before. Sure, I've mopped and will wipe up the occasional spill (after a fashion). So I didn't really know just where to start with this type of operation. But I've seen some pictures and it didn't look all that hard really. Near as I could tell I would need a bucket, scrubby-brush-thingie, high heels, full skirt with petticoat and pearls.

Did I mention that these were pictures from the 50's? Probably not. At any rate, I didn't have the skirt and pearls but I sort of figured those might be optional. As it turns out, I also didn't have the bucket or the scrubby-brush-thingie but that I knew I could get at the grocery store. And we all know how well I typically do at the grocery store!

By 10:00 this morning, I had assembled what I felt were the necessary items for the floor scrubbing. I proceeded to begin sloshing large amounts of lemon-scented water around then crawling through it in search of grime.

Gotta say, I'm really not all that sure just what the appeal of this activity might be. Near as I can tell, all you really get out of the experience is half a shiny floor that smells like lemons and fully irritated felines with feet that smell like lemons. And, believe me now, there is no amount of reasoning that will convince a cat that you really need to rinse their feet.

I'm simply stumped as to why those well-coiffed ladies in the pictures looked so darned pleased with themselves. Maybe they didn't have cats. Maybe I'm doing it wrong. Maybe I really did need the heels and pearls. Either way, I abandoned the activity early on. (hence the reason behind half a shiny floor...)

Who's stupid idea was this anyway?????

In knitting news, I've reached the heel flap on sock #2, but put it aside at that point in order that I might focus more on the Chevron Stripes Towel. I sort of broke my promise that I would only knit for the holidays during the weekends when I opted to work on the sock during bowling this Saturday. I also cast on for a Feather And Fan scarf, but we've had a little tantrum with that and there will be no further discussion of the matter until I've reknit it back to where it was when I began the ripping and cussing.

The doctor's office will reopen on Wednesday. Things will get a bit more on track at that point!

SA