Kind of a dramatic title to say, I finished the Twilight series. On Friday, I made, er, asked Terry to come home a little early so I could finish Breaking Dawn. Of all the books, this one was my favorite. I liked Bella a lot more and the story was very interesting. Seriously though, it was a relief to finish. I felt like I could move forward and finish some things.
Like, blocking the finished pieces of vest that have been sitting around. I tried using a kid play mat as a blocking board instead of just the carpet. Worked out pretty well. No grid, but nice surface for pinning things out.
Packed up the kitchen because, “The contractors are coming! The contractors are coming!” Wednesday is the big day. I think they were a little surprised when I said, “Why, yes, I will have the kitchen cleared for you by then.” I have been mentally preparing for this for a while so it was just a matter of doing. It is a little eerie to have an empty kitchen. Is it weird for me to smile a little at the thought of eating out so much over the next few weeks? Fewer dishes. Fewer complaints about dinner. I should start keeping track of how many corn dogs are consumed because that is what the boys eat no matter what restaurant we dine at for dinner or lunch.
Caught up on my crochet homework. This class has been neglected. I have done the bare minimum. Others have crocheted scarves. I have stuck with the swatches. I do like the ripple though. Isn’t it nice in Noro? I might manage to squeeze one of those out.
Heck, we even managed a day trip down to Seward to visit the SeaLife Center there. Muskrat had never been there….well, at least for a time he would remember. He loved it. Bubba, of course, loved it. What’s not to like? Huge Stellar Sea Lions. Touch tanks. Diving birds. 
We even went down to the docks to look at cruise ships, sailing boats, and fishing boats. Sadly, the Coast Guard cutter was out doing its duty. I cannot even begin to describe to you the sheer panic I felt taking the kids down to the dock. All I could see as they peered over the edge to look at the “baby fishes” was them falling in. The pucker factor was amazing. Note the PFDs. Don’t worry, I wasn’t the only paranoid parent. All the kids wandering around had them. It was the hip thing for all the tourist parents.For the next little while, I imagine the posts will mostly be about the transformation of the kitchen. Just fair warning. Though, I think most people find remodeling interesting. Especially when the nightmare is happening to someone else. :)
