1. I never mentioned that I finished the first "An Unfortunate Series of Color Combinations" sock and started the second. I've done my darnedest to make them identical (Which included, rerolling the second ball because it was wound in reverse of the first. I am not sure how or why Socka/Fortissima does that, but it's not the first time). They are not so bad, I've decided.

2. I'm almost almost almost done with the drop-stitch scarf. I think I'm going to put this one on the "possible future present" shelf. I like it, but it's not exactly my style - a little bit glitzier than what I wear.

3. Done with youth group for the summer. I suppose I will miss them but not right now. Not after racing around to get the food ready to serve because the preparators were in choir practice and I got out of another meeting later than I should have. Not after having one particular individual get upset because we didn't have sour cream available (this is someone who asks EVERY. STINKING. WEEK. about things we don't have. Girly, we're NOT a diner, okay? Can you show a little gratitude to the people who BOUGHT the food for you and PREPARED it for you?)

4. A month makes a lot of difference - last night the monthly church business meeting ended with people laughing instead of crying. The apparent rifts of last month are healed and things are back as they were. Back as they are supposed to be.

5. I'd really really really love a day to just go to McKinney or somewhere and shop, but that's not gonna happen. I've got research-work this morning, field-work this afternoon, tomorrow I really need to clean house BADLY before the ants and crickets declare tactical victory, Friday evening is youth movie-night, Saturday is graduation, Sunday is church, and Monday I leave town.

6. The Knitlist is currently infested full of posts on "I'm a mom, and I never have enough time to knit!" Suck it up, says I. I'm a Bitter Single Woman Who Lives Alone, and I never have enough time for ANYTHING. I think the simple fact of the matter is if you are (a) marginally responsible enough to be trusted with anything and (b) not wealthy and/or devious enough to bribe/pay/intimidate people into doing your more menial tasks, you will not have enough time to do what you want. It's a fact of modern life. (See #3 above for one reason why I am relieved I don't have kids, and don't think I'd make a good mother. I'd start screaming about two minutes into the pulled-sleeve/"mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom" thing while I was on the phone or trying to find a box of strawberries in the store with no moldy ones or about to receive an injection at the doctor's....). One thing I will say to these women: If you do motherhood right, you won't have the same worries about your future that I do. I have no one in my life at this point that I even suspect would be willing to help take care of me if I became incapacitated. At least moms - as busy as their lives are now - have at least half a shot at one of the kids care enough to choose a non-abusive "home" for you.