Portland, Oregon: Before I realized, a week went by without an update on this little blog. Rare, I know. All is well here and we are still so busy with closet-cleaning and organizing. ALL (All! All! All!) of my needlepoint supplies, fabrics, canvases, fibers, frames and accessories are now in one place. No longer situated in closets all over the house. Not only in one place (in my office/den/whatever) but neatly organized in labeled boxes. The same boxes that once held loose photos. Reuse! This task took-over several days... and emptying one drawer/cabinet/closet lead down yet another rabbit hole. The hero in this entire scenario was, once again, Dave. Things get sorted into trash, recycling or charity boxes and every morning the piles-of-crap disappear thanks to him. This final step is truly the worst part of cleaning.
True dat.
I can't emphasize enough the power of a good neat-freak spouse.
So, as you can imagine, it has been very busy around here. I go out only to restock our larder and have a pedicure. We have few visitors.

Though busy all day cleaning and organizing and sorting and resituating, we still stop at 5:30p. We watch the news (and the debate), have a cocktail and a tidbit before dinner at 7p.

Dave went down to the Oregon v Colorado game in Eugene on Saturday. The Ducks lost. In Colorado, my brother and his family watched the game with Dad & Mary and everyone (kids included) dressed the part.

Lisa's godmother, Nancy, gave us gorgeous cherry tomatoes from her organic garden, so I popped a few on our Sunday pizza:


47,000 stitches; stitched in wool. The callus on my index finger is so bad, I can no longer use it to unlock my iPhone via fingerprint.
First World Problems.
Until my next update, I remain, your hounded correspondent.
PS: It may seem quiet around here, but we have so many trips planned during October and will leave for Indio late October or early November. Stay tuned.