Karma

It was bound to catch up with me eventually.


Y'see I live in the bush [ well, yeah, most of you know that already ] and even though I've only been up here a few years, I am now a more or less bona fide, card carrying, rural person. This means I rarely lock the doors. People have enough trouble finding the place even when they have directions. Any persons of nefarious persuasion would need at the very least a mud map, a compass, and a packed lunch to get here.


Oh sure, I deadlock the front door and the laundry door but I don't always remember to do the same to the kitchen door unless I'm heading out of town.


Today that habit came and bit me on the bum.


Relax. I didn't get burgled or anything like that.


Actually it was worse


much worse.


Backing up a bit for exposition:


Since the weekend I've had a fairly nasty migraine ... all gone now, thanks for asking :] ... so things like dishes and beds kinda didn't happen. Today I woke up sans migraine but instead of mucking into the neglected houswork, I took off to Daylesford with Jeanette for our monthly knitting binge at Purl's Palace, secure in the knowledge that there would be no visitors until Chris and Maz arrive on Thursday.


What I didn't count on was that each and absolutely EVERY one of my 2nd-and-4th-tuesday quilt class ladies had not taken account of the 5th Tuesday in May ... yep ... they all, singly and in groups, rocked up to my place. The havoc within was clearly visible through the full length glass door .


Can we say sprung????


but wait... there's more...


At least one of them just went ahead and let herself in so she probably also saw the unmade beds and the overflowing laundry...


Geeze, you'd think she could have at least done the damn dishes for me.


How do I know all this? Because, dear friends, I arrived home to a note on the front door and three separate messages on the phone. Everyone figured that there must have been some awful emergency and that either David or I must be somewhere ensconced at the local hospital. They were concerned for me. This is all to the good that I have friends who are concerned.


Unfortunately I also now have friends who know that I am quite capable of going out and leaving a sink full of dishes and beds unmade.


bugger

but then


on the good karma side of the equation:


this arrived in the mail yesterday from the lovely Donni at Good Yarn Karma. There are several really nice tops in there that are begging to be added to THE LIST. I probably shouldn't show it to my darling daughter

Now in case you haven't caught up with the concept yet: GYK
is a website where Bloggers [ yes that's a prerequisite] can list yarn, knitting books, mags, etc that they are prepared to gift to a new home or swap. It's a fabulous idea and deserving of your attention. Current yarn, vintage yarn, wool, acrylic, novelty stuff, mohair. It matters not. Someone will be happy to receive it. It's all about what goes around coming around.

and just for the record
no
I haven't done the dishes yet.
I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh.