It’s Labor Day, a day to celebrate the working people of our nation, which nowadays is just about all of us. I plan to celebrate by not working at all. I will begin by posting a random rambling post instead of my usual thoughtful and well-crafted post. So put your white shoes on for the last time, fire up the barbie, and enjoy yourself! Except for #2 daughter, who has to go to class.

This is the week (for those of us who do the HGP) for thoroughly cleaning and sprucing up the living room, and I got the south and east walls done yesterday. Today I expect to complete the walls (and of course all the furniture and stuff along them) and then get the conversation area done tomorrow. When it comes to housework, there is always the question: is it better to do it when the guys are out or asleep, so I can do it without interruption, or to do it while they are here, in hopes of getting them to help? So I did a little of both, but their helpfulness was very limited. My husband did help me put a hook into the computer desk, so that the headphones can be hung neatly instead of flopping around all over the desk. With family portraits on the wall in the little computer area, and my aromatherapy mug rug on the tower (and the welter of papers and knitting cleaned up), I now have a very pleasant workspace here. 

We are also to put a meal in the freezer, in preparation for the busy times once the holidays come, so I made a double recipe of Baked Penne with Spinach and packaged half up for the freezer. By November, there will be a dozen meals ready. And I made some Monkey Face cookies, and froze the ones that escaped my boys. These cookies are always a little bit of a disappointment. The recipe (from Betty Crocker’s 1950s cookbook) says that they develop “droll faces” while they bake. “Their droll faces will amuse you,” it says. There is a teaspoonful of vinegar in them, and then you put a triangle of raisins on top, and they magically develop these droll monkey faces. Except that, in all the years I have been making them, they have yet to develop droll faces. I carefully follow the recipe every time, hoping, but it has never yet happened. Perhaps it is because they say “soft shortening” and “sour milk” and I use butter and skim milk. I don’t know what they might have meant by “soft shortening” and I sure don’t want to leave milk out to sour, but maybe that is the problem. In any case, they are a good spice cookie, so I make them anyway.

Extra Boy came to visit, which was nice, and chatted with us while I worked on the DNA scarf. I don’t have the pattern learned yet, so I couldn’t pay proper attention, so I switched back to the quilt. Later, I returned to the scarf while we watched a movie about Atilla the Hun, and got most of the first repeat finished. The movie — on the History Channel — made Atilla a surprisingly likeable character. They deserve a lot of points for that — it can’t have been easy.

I like the look of the scarf, and I do like the color, but the fabric feels a little tense. I think the needles are too small, really, for the yarn. I don’t feel that way about the seed stitch, just about the cable section, and it may be the asymmetrical pull. I am toying with the idea — since it is a day off — of starting again on 5s or something to see whether I like it better. The scarf is not too big, even though my gauge is a bit larger than what is called for, so I may try it.