DSCN3918 Yesterday I worked all morning, went out to lunch with #1 son, hung out with my husband, read on the porch and enjoyed the mild weather, and did a little bit of the work for the week, but not much.

First, I tidied a couple of shelves of my crafts cupboard: namely, the soap and spa shelf and the basic art supply/papercrafts shelf. That is only two out of five and I should have gone ahead and done the rest instead of discussing snakes with my husband, but it was hot in there. Nice outside, but that meant that we opened up the house and that little laundry room off the garage was terrible.

Also, I came upon a whole bunch of photographs and didn’t know what to do with them. You can’t throw away family photos, right? I remember how excited I was when I found photos of my great grandparents. How could we deprive future generations of that?

You may think that digital photos have ended that, but we don’t know what technology might be like in the future — our current way of storing photos may be like 8-track tapes to our great-grandchildren: completely inaccessible.


I also took a stab at the spare room. Various kids have lived in it, but now my sewing machine and quilt frame are in there, and if when I get back to doing needlework during my off time instead of working nearly all the time, I plan to make lots of wonderful stuff in there.

This picture doesn’t look any tidier, but I did organize the shelves in such a way that I could move my knitting and quilting books in, and you can see them in the bottom cubbies. My family is getting onto me for having excessive books in the living room. Honestly, moving these books didn’t make enough of a dent in the living room books that I could remove the offending bookcase. I have fewer than 50 quilting books and fewer than 100 knitting books.

Really, I don’t get the concept of “too many books.” I fully understand having too many for the available space or too many for the sort of weak and wimpy bookshelves they build nowadays, but too many books? Books are wealth. Having too many books would be like having too much money.

I sorted my knitting needles by size into the hanging organizer, visible in this blurry photo. organizer That made me think again about #2 son’s sweater. It obviously won’t be done in time for his birthday, and perhaps not in time for Christmas, either, If I don’t get going on it. I’m knitting it in Wool of the Andes on size 1 needles, which is what it took to get gauge for the pattern he chose. The resulting fabric is stout and it hurts my hands. Is it the bamboo sleeve needles? The tightness of the fabric? I don’t know, but my hands hurt enough at the end of the day that it’s hard to go ahead and knit in spite of the discomfort.

I think maybe I should just switch patterns and knit with size 5 needles.

I also thought a lot about a point being made in the book I’m currently reading, The Science of Discworld IV: Judgement Day: It’s Wizards Vs Priests in a Battle for the Future of Roundworld.

They posit two types of worldview: universe-centered, in which we conclude that the universe is the main thing and we are the result of things that are true about the universe; and human-centered, in which we conclude that we are the main thing and the universe is organized to suit us.

Did God create the sun and organize the weather so that we could grow food? Or do we grow food because the universe, and our particular bit of that universe, happens to make it possible to do so?

Not a new question, obviously. However, this book has an interesting point to make about this question. When quantum physicists suggest that many different outcomes are not merely possible, but have perhaps all already taken place, they’re really not saying that there exist universes in which Hitler won. The classic understanding is that light hits a mirror and is reflected at the same angle. The quantum understanding is that there are many more possibilities — but all of them look to a human observer as though the light hits the mirror and is reflected back at the same angle.

Perhaps, then, it is not so much that things could have happened in any way at all and it is either the hand of God or the most amazing coincidence that humans exist, but that plants and then reptiles and then mammals get their turn. Once we have thoroughly screwed up, it’s the insects up next.

So far, the book is addressing the nature of causality. I’m enjoying it a good deal.

I may not have completed Calendar & Create week properly, but I am still moving on with the HHP to Me & Mine week. This is the week to clean and organize the master bedroom, to toss old summer clothes and clean out the closet, to organize Christmas cards and wrapping paper, and to schedule some Me Time each month from now through the end of the year.

I have a lunch and museum visit scheduled for this month with Janalisa, and will be seeing a play with girlfriends (including #1 daughter, I hope) in October and November, and I have a performance in December, so I guess I’m good for that one.