Well, you could see my new “sit-yourself-down-places” if I had not put afghans on them. But, trust me on this please: I think the afghans are better because you don’t feel as if you are sitting on  very large chocolate bar.

Jeez . . . couldn’t keep stuff off of it even for a picture. This is not a real afghan; I am not sure what it is. It is homemade and looks like a combo of needlepoint, crocheting and knitting and it is very thick. I have at time considered using it as a rug.
Does it have a story? Of course it does. The day after I returned from burying my father in Kingman Fraternal Cemetery in February of 2000, I woke up just wanting to do something – anything. While catching up on some old newspapers, I saw an ad for an auction later that morning. On the spur of the moment, I went. My feet were getting cold through my leather soles on the concrete floor and then
the auctioneer’s assistant brought this out and my winning bid was eight dollars. E-I-G-H-T.
I hot-footed it out of there and came home with my treasure and now I’m stretched out on it.
Now for the loveseat:

These are GoodWill afghans – two to three dollars a piece. They make it nice for Shane, and I like the harvest colors – cozy hues for days that are getting shorter.

I am at odds with myself and at loose ends because I have so much organizing to do that I know not where to begin.  Actually, it would not be so overwhelming if I could just point and use other people’s legs and arms and time.

Having walls that are giant shadowboxes with individual glass doors on each nook and cranny would help too. I could see all my favorite things and  . . . no dusting.

I ponied up the money for an inexpensive sofa and love seat set to put in my favorite room – the converted old north porch. And, oh, my, the stuff I found under the old sofa!!! Everything from dog bones to this teeny tiny miniscule little knife that I had trouble identifying. I think it fit in the sheath of a big Ghurka knife – sort of a little two-inch hidden fanglet.

And if I didn’t have enough mementos, all today’s electronic gear has all those little necessary pieces to keep track of: chargers – house and car, cords for this , cords for that, remotes, etc. I think I mentioned once before I need a velcro suit; I actually wear a fisherman’s vest at times.

Then, of course, there is that which I always have with me . . . dog hair!

Okay, I’ve blathered enough – for one sitting. Time to go starch my upper lip . . .