(10/19)...streaming

Why does Friday get here faster and faster these days? It seems like I go to bed on Monday, and wake up and it's Friday. I know some people prefer it that way, but I feel like I am missing out on all my good working time.

Faith and I are home tonight, and the boys are at the last home high school football game. It's pouring down rain, so I am sure they are enjoying themselves immensely {sarcasm}. I do enjoy these nights at home alone with the girl, so I am sad to see the football season come to an end. It's also an end to our Friday suppers of mashed green peas, salmon patties and roasted potatoes. Only the girl and I have an appreciation for this meal. We take our suppers into the family room and watch dvr'd episodes on The Pioneer Woman on tv. We are super cheap dates, I tell ya.

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I have to tell you about a new policy we (meaning I) put in place this last week. Last week I was sitting in the van knitting while I waited for Faith to finish her jazz class. I was listening to The Doctor is In and Dr. Ray was talking to a woman about her daughter who was driving her mad with her slovenliness. I listened closely because we may or may not have that particular problem in our house. Dr. Ray suggested that when the child leaves her things where they don't belong, the items should be confiscated and kept until the child pays for them. If they have not been paid for in two weeks, they go bye-bye. I admit, I have tried this method before but I always cave because I am not going to throw away good shoes or electronic devices because my kids don't have the cash to get them back. (I may or may not already throw away stuff I consider to be junk.) I decided that if they don't have the money to get their stuff back, I can dole out jobs. I can afford to be patient. Eventually they will notice their stuff is gone right? If not and the stuff is still around in six months, I can always give it to a charity. You would not believe how much stuff I have collected already. Ok, maybe you would. And I'll give you one guess as to who is the biggest slob.

I'll give you a hint. There are no size 13 mens' shoes up there (there are three and a half pairs of size 3 girls' shoes up there). I started putting the loot up on top of the fridge, but I think I need a trash can with a chain and a lock. By the way, the pretty green pot is mine, and I don't have to pay a quarter to get it back.

So far I have not noticed any less junk left where it doesn't belong. Sigh.

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This week I added a new infirmity to my long list of ailments. (I know, it's really getting old.) I have knitting elbow. You read that right. Knitting elbow. The same injury you get from playing tennis but with about 1000 fewer calories burned. I could not even lift my coffee cup this morning, isn't that sad? And it seems that not just knitting aggravates it. Hand stitching, wire-wrapping and ironing all make it hurt as well. Only one of those activities I would like to do without. All day today I was working on a wire-wrapped St. Michael chaplet. I left all the stuff on the kitchen table and every once in a while I would wrap a bead just to see if it still hurt. It hurts. I am talking with Our Blessed Mother about this. I think she could maybe take care of it if I ask really nicely. I have a really long list of items that need to be under Christmas trees in two short months.

If you know of any home remedies for knitting elbow, I'd love to hear them. I have tried ice, but I just started today so I don't know how well it works yet. I refuse to go to the doctor for this, so the old-fashioned kinds of fixes are going to have to do.

Luckily I have a couple of good books to get through, so I won't be completely bored. Of course reading doesn't get that long list of to-dos finished.

Speaking of reading, I started reading The Glass Castle this week after Ginny Sheller's comment piqued my interest. All I can say is I am stunned, stunned, at the childhood this poor woman had. One would have thought that someone, somewhere would have noticed and helped.

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On a lighter note, the colors in Ohio have finally just about reached peak, although I don't think peak is going to be quite as dazzling as in past years due to the drought. I think maybe this weekend we should take a drive to the Velvet ice cream mill to enjoy the colorful country roads. I think a scoop of pumpkin ice cream has my name on it. Or maybe...spumoni. It's hard to get good spumoni ice cream any more.

Do you have anything fun planned for the weekend?