So I had a wonderful, clever and witty post all written, and then Tom and Beatrice returned home and I walked away from the computer without clicking save. Big mistake.
These days I feel a lot like Sisyphus. Just when you think you’ve got the rock to the top of the hill it rolls back down to the very bottom and you have to start over again. The dishes never end. There is always a wet diaper in the bucket. Our bedroom is always covered in piles of (usually clean) clothes. I never wake up and say, “wow, the house looks great!”
To paraphrase my last post, here’s our latest news:
Beatrice has gotten her first tooth! On the day I wrote the March 23 post here, I put my fiinger in her mouth and felt the first sharp pointy bits poking through.
We bought a new (to us) car! It’s the newest car we’ve ever had – a 2004 Ford Focus. It’s totally bare-bones (no a/c! no power locks! a tape deck!) but it’s in reasonably good condition, it’s a standard and the price was great. So to celebrate our new car-owner status we drove out to Lynn Valley yesterday and walked around Rice Lake. It’s still amazing to me that we can drive 10 minutes from our house and be in the Canadian Forest.
The past few weeks I’ve been struggling with the moop. This is very closely tied to the Sisyphus feeling of never being able to feel on top of things, and I have an unfortunate tendency to give up too quickly when something starts to crumble. It’s also partly related to my somewhat antisocial tendencies, and the end of the music class that Beatrice and I had been attending through the winter. There was a while there where I didn’t get out of the house much and didn’t really see anyone and Tom was working long hours all week and working on his thesis with a renewed effort and dedication all weekend. I also realised that I was coming down from the high of moving. The first six months after a move are so hectic and full of arranging things, unpacking, settling in, etc, that I don’t seem to notice the displacement so much. It’s after the dust has settled and the furniture stays in one place for a while and starts to grow accumulations of clutter on it that I realise I am halfway across the world from where I used to be.
When I abandoned my cleaning schedule and stopped leaving the house, I embraced crafting. I’ve made a long sleeved t-shirt and summer dress for Beatrice, I knitted a cotton dishcloth and sewed together a quilt block from a quilt that my mom and I started cutting out over Christmas. I had written something witty in my original post about some slimy jars that I had left in the sink for four days, but I just can’t remember how it went exactly. The flow is gone and I am still frustrated over losing my writing. Grrr. Anyway, the gist of it was that I could use that cotton dishcloth I knitted to wash the jars, but in the meantime after my post was sucked into the black hole of disapparated internet writing I actually just washed them with an ordinary dishcloth so I needn’t bother trying to remember and rewrite my original post because it is no longer true or relevant.
Sigh.
I’ve also been thrifting a lot, and have found some great deals. Next weekend there are two crafting/thrifting events on saturday – the seamrippers I Heart Crafts bazaar and the Swap-O-Rama-Rama. There seem to be lots of other people in my neighbourhood who are into the same thrifty crafting (or is that crafty thrifting?). The next logical prograssion is into reconstructionist fashion, but I don’t feel too confident with that yet. I might start by turning my tattered trousers into capris and seeing where I go from there.
I hope everyone is having a Happy Easter.

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