A good cause, and bad change, and a pain in the knee!

First the good cause. My friend, blog-free Margo, alerted me to a wonderful cause on Ravelry, and I'm spreading the word. The group is called Afghans for Pine Ridge (that's a Ravelry link) and it is a bunch of wonderful knitters and crocheters who make afghans for the Native American Lakota Sioux residents of the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota. They have some suggested sizes for squares, but will take any and all squares that anyone wants to knit or crochet. It's a great way to use up leftover warm and woolly bits hanging around in your stash. I'll be making some squares, but at this point it won't be until after Christmas.

Next the bad change. Well, I guess it's not really all that bad, but anyone who knows me, knows hows much I dislike change. Something as simple as shifting furniture around really gets to me. This weekend, the main living space in the house went from this...


...to this.
There was just a subtle shift in the position of the all-important knitting throne chair, from one side of the pellet stove to the other, but still... I tried to argue against having a Christmas tree this year, given the fact that Cooper was 9 years old and not house trained when we got him. A tree inside would be just like having indoor plumbing for him, right? My sister said she is confident that Cooper knows the difference between indoor trees and outdoor trees. Turns out he just gave it a sniff and then walked away, so I guess she's right. Just in case, there are no ornaments on the tree yet.

One good thing about moving furniture around is the discovery of some long-lost playthings.

That is nineteen (count'em--19!) nylabones, a tuggie-toy, a ropie toy, a squeeky barbell and Mr. Green Ball. How did they all end up under the sofa? I asked Tara, but she said she is so stressed out by the moving of furniture that she just cannot deal with anything else right now.

Well, maybe stressed out isn't the proper term. She is the most laid back brittany I have ever known. She just settled into the chair and watched us vacuuming and moving stuff around. She didn't even get up when we moved that chair she is laying in. Silly girl.

Now for the pain in the knee. Today I had the second of three shots in my knee and I just feel like whining a little. I think that needle was a foot long, and rusty, and he twisted it around in there, and I'm not sure, but he may have broken a piece off inside my knee. It was hard to tell with all of that screaming and crying, so they had to slap me to shut me up. Heeheehee.