I am on a slow-moving carousel of dire frustration, gnashing of teeth, and simmering anger.

Item #1:
I have an ex-husband who STILL has not cleaned all his stuff out of my garage (Shall we recap? He moved out two and a half years ago, divorce was final more than four months ago...) and has been saying that he will "take care of it" this weekend...next week...after he gets paid...when he gets back from vacation...when he's not feeling ill...insert ProcrastinationTimeframeOfChoice.

Item #2:
I have a daughter who was all fired up to rearrange her room last week, and currently has the contents of her bookcases all over the floor, half her furniture and other movables piled in the loom room, and apparently zero desire to finish the job.


Therefore:
I hereby announce to the world that I am done being "nice".  By this weekend, I will be able to park in my garage and warp my loom.

BAM.  How about that.

It's Friday.  I have had a low-grade cold lingering for a week.  Not bad enough to justify actually staying home, just bad enough to make work a miserable five day marathon of don't-want-to-be-here-only-want-to-take-a-nap.  Hack, hack, sniff, ugh.

Had a massage this afternoon.  Massages are the best.

Emma goes to her dad's tonight, therefore I'm thinking Nutella on toast and a mug of chamomile tea is a perfectly legitimate dinner.

Netflix and my blankie.  Possibly bed by 7:30.

Fridayyyyyyyyyyyy.

A couple days ago, I put a request out on my local Freecycle website to see if anyone had herbs in their garden that they weren't going to use before everything froze.

Today, I got a response.  "Come on over," she said, "I have some parsley and maybe some oregano."

Well.



That, my friends, is a pound of oregano, a pound and a half of parsley, three and a half pounds of dill (OMG so much dill!), a pile of cucumbers, a zucchini, some peppers, two eggplants, and a handful of basil.

I didn't even know herbs could be measured in pounds.  Both dehydrators are full and I haven't even gotten to the parsley yet.

I love Freecycle.

We had our first frost last night and I had to scrape my windshield before we left for work/school this morning. Temperature outside was 34 degrees at 7:30 am and the world was sparkly.  Temperature inside the house was 56 degrees. Emma brushed her hair while wrapped up in the quilt off her bed. 

I finally caved and turned on the furnace for the first time this fall.