Spring Break Wrap-Up:

Isn't it always the way?  You get a whole week off, make oodles of plans for how you are going to spend it, take an advance on the pride you will be feeling after you complete all the tasks on your to-do list...and then end up having to do it all on the very last day before you got back to work. 

Or as much as you can, anyway.  Maybe I should stop saying, "you."  This is all me.  

With mere hours to take care of things I thought I'd be doing over days, I stumbled out of bed, tried to make some sort of sense out of the rather amazing cut that The World's Greatest Stylist And Life Coach gave me yesterday, fueled myself with some extra strong coffee and tried to do what I could.  And here it is.  The Sunday and very last minute edition of How I Spent The Last Day Of My Spring Break:

1.  With the hair almost completely controlled except for that one piece that is never going to behave no matter what I do anyway, I headed out to the grocery store.  Sheepie needs supplies.  Sheepie has been living on brownies for a week.  Sheepie needs to consider eating things made of vegetable matter.  Those were at the store, not here.  I made a list, remembered to bring it with me and almost managed to stick to it.  But I couldn't resist one little impulse purchase.  Sue me.  I'm weak.  Anne will like it, though!

Whoops.  My feline fotography assistant had some concerns about the light balance...

Here we go!  I do love a new Pez dispenser!  

2.  With the groceries safely put away and all those nice, new vegetables ready for consumption, I referred to the list I made in the weeks before spring vacation.  It seemed to have far more on it than I remembered.  Lots more.  I quickly decided that crossing off everything on lists is overrated and annoying to others.  Who needs to be all over-achieving?  It's not fair to everyone else on the planet. All that achievement on my part will make them feel sad and they will develop issues with their self-esteem.  Instead, I did one thing on the list.  That seemed like plenty.  Since I've been wanting to card up the last of that Shetland Lamb fleece that Cathy sent me last summer, I thought that this would be a good choice.  I hadn't seen it in a while.  But, I seemed to recall there being something like two million pounds of it.  Finishing that one thing would certainly make up for my not having done anything else all week.

I am mortified and chagrined to report that there wasn't really all that much left to do.  I can't quite recall just why it was I stopped carding while so close to the finish line on this one.  I have decided to believe that the Notorious Fleece Thief broke into my home and stole the rest of it.  That is preferable to admitting that my memory is starting to crumble like cheap cement.   I can only hope that he/she is treating it well.  

3.  I ate some more brownies.  I've got that whole vegetable thing with which to contend this week and figured I'd better get my chocolate levels up before I embark on this most dangerous of paths.  It's not like my jeans fit anyway at this point.  One more day with my face in the brownie pan isn't going to make a difference.

4.  I spent some quality time screwing up the Invisibility Shawl.  Sadly, this project did not make the knitting deadline.  An unplanned (but perhaps predictable) round of riotous ripping on Wednesday pretty much killed any chances of it being finished and blocked within the stated time frame.  Had I chosen to go with the pattern's thoughts on length, I might have made it.  But, I really wanted it longer.  So I forged ahead into the Error Zone and that was all she wrote.  Sorry, Mom.  Maybe I shall have screwed it up at a length I find satisfactory in time for Mother's Day.  Or Christmas...

5.  I watched Night Of The Living Dead 3D (but as a 2D version...) because being on vacation does not mean that I can rest from my endless preparation for the coming Invasion.  I link because it's better than you think.  There is the prerequisite amount of "stupid" that one will find in any Hollywood interpretation of the genre.  And there needed to be a number of shots crafted to take advantage of the whole 3D thing.  But still....it's better than you think.  If you like that sort of thing, anyway.

6.  Then I re-watched Evil Dead.  I know I just viewed this one.  But I'm thinking of writing a paper entitled Never, Ever Lean Against The Door You Just Slammed In The Face Of The Oncoming Evil Whilst Clutching Your Weapon And Breathing Heavily, Thinking That You Have Bought Yourself Some Time To Rest Because, Within Seconds, A Pair Of Hands/Claws/Talons Will Burst Through The Door On Either Side Of Your Head And Things Will Go Downhill From There.  Research papers take a great deal of time and, well....research.  I think I may have enough data from my recent study of various films to write something that will earn me a Nobel Prize.

And, for anyone who may be thinking that this isn't exactly the sort of stuff that makes for good knit blogging, I beg to differ.  There are any number of knitterly things to be found.  Seriously!  What about poor Shelly?  Somehow in those intervening seconds between being dragged, smoking, from the fireplace and her eventual (but deserved) dismemberment, she somehow finds the time to change her socks.  At least it looked that way to me.

Only a knitter would notice that...

SA