The wages of procrastination
Nov. 11th, 2004 07:18 am...for gardeners, at least, are having to dig up frost-tender Salvia apiana plants in the dark, in the rain, while your long-suffering spouse holds a flashlight for you.
Which pretty much sums up my evening.
By's been pulled off of making displays for the other artists at the show, and told to concentrate on Robyn's stuff, which is good. Looks like he'll have to go in and work on Monday anyway, but that's not really a big surprise. Don't know how late he was up last night working on things; I went to bed at 11.
My hands hurt too much for knitting last night; I got the left-front border of the white kimono sweater bound off, and that's about it. Did pick up the beads I strung last night, and crocheted a couple of inches (11-bead tube in light green, in case you're curious).
Which pretty much sums up my evening.
By's been pulled off of making displays for the other artists at the show, and told to concentrate on Robyn's stuff, which is good. Looks like he'll have to go in and work on Monday anyway, but that's not really a big surprise. Don't know how late he was up last night working on things; I went to bed at 11.
My hands hurt too much for knitting last night; I got the left-front border of the white kimono sweater bound off, and that's about it. Did pick up the beads I strung last night, and crocheted a couple of inches (11-bead tube in light green, in case you're curious).