Another Weekend is History

I'm a sucker for a pretty sky, and the prettiest seem to come around in April and October.

Our water went out Thursday and we were without until late this afternoon. We're a grimy bunch, we are! The leak apparently took out the entire district, so we aren't the only unkept folks on the block.

My tax progress ground to a halt this weekend. Alatariel and I spent part of Saturday afternoon in Tulsa doing errands. We visited the Cotton Patch were I found the most delectable fabrics for a mere $15-20/yard. The place is tiny, barely enough room to turn around between shelves without knocking into something, and packed to the rafters with quilting cottons. When my ship comes in, I'll have to go shop there.

I picked up some tatting needles at Hobby Lobby and followed the instructions in MaryJane's Stitching Room. I'm actually tatting, and I'm surprised at how easy it is. This was something I thought I'd never be able to do. The library has a few needle tatting books, but we couldn't pass up the Celtic pattern book at the Cotton Patch.

Today we cleaned. Unfortunately it resulted in bigger mess. I cleaned out a filing cabinet that had papers from as far back as 1992. Now I have a mountain of papers that have to be shredded. I cleaned junk out of the dining room closet and hubby moved the filing cabinet in there. There's also room for the vac, which normally got shoved in the sewing room.

The conglomeration of owner's manuals and instruction books that are taking up the cabinet over my stove will be moved into a now-empty drawer in the filing cabinet. Then I'll have more space in the kitchen. Life is good.

One of the transient cats, the one we think is Chester's papa, has been chasing Shadow up a tree on a regular basis. The kitty screams and wails are unbearable when they fight. Today when it happened, it was Chester Papa's last time. It broke my heart, but it had to be done. We went out to bury him, and I stood there and cried like a fool over a little mean, wild cat. Must be hormones.