Robert and I devoted this weekend to working on projects around the house, which we needed to get done before company arrives later this week. Two sets of grandparents, a couple of cousins and one aunt are coming to celebrate Sam’s third birthday with us. We’ve also invited some friends of Sam’s and their families to celebrate the big day. We’re going to have a packed house.

I cleaned and weeded and mowed the lawn until I was ready to drop. Robert re-landscaped the backyard. He rented a tiller, plowed up the lawn, then moved a pile of dirt to one half the yard. Once he did that, he built a retaining wall. I imagine once the grass comes up again that it will look nice, but it’s kind of sad that the yard is nothing but dirt when we’re going to have a bunch of little kids running around. Maybe we ought to spray the area with a hose and let them mud wrestle in it, lol!

Naturally, I didn’t get much knitting done, especially since I started to obsess over finishing a pair of socks I started last…April…and I couldn’t find my Cool Socks, Warm Feet book. Now, I’m not all that crazy about the book in the first place, nor do I really need a pattern to knit a basic pair of socks; however, all my notes about how many stitches I cast on and how many rounds I had knit before turning the heel, etc. were in that book. Of course, I can count the rounds and stitches, etc. but it’s nearly impossible to make matching socks with self-striping yarn if you don’t do things exactly the same…and I’m bound to get off the mark by a round or two.

Of course, it will all work out, but it drives me INSANE to lose something. I took every book off the shelves in our house–and trust me, there are a ton of books in our house–and then replaced them one by one. Still no socks book. After that, I went through my entire stash hoping that I might have tucked it away in there. No such luck; however, I was properly horrified to discover that I have six large boxes and one huge drawer full of yarn, most of which is scraps from various projects my mother and I have worked on over the years. I’m going to have to make a scrappy sweater like Jessica’s, I think. I just wish my scraps went together as well as hers do.

P.S. You’d be sadly mistaken if you thought the size of my stash might cause me to slow down my yarn acquisition. I was spotted in two different yarn shops this weekend…

P.P.S. Robert insisted that I organize the guest room. I had been using the bed as a storage space for bags of yarn and partially finished knitting projects. He said, and I quote, “your yarn is getting out of control, and no, it’s not justified by the fact that piles of yarn on the bed would keep our guests warm…”