Taxes, crafters, Misfits and socks

You could set that title to the kind of music that creates instant earworms. You're welcome, I'm sure.

Misfits box arrived last evening about eight, I'm betting their last delivery of the day.

All in order though

Slight mishap with the box of blueberries, which came in one of those cardboard protectors, which popped open, making the box fly up in the air, land on the floor and burst open, to the joy of the tiny ants now in residence, while I crawled around the floor retrieving them, berries, not ants,  from under shelves and other unlikely places.

Carrots and potatoes will feature in next week's Easter dinner with Handsome Son. He'll be working Easter Sunday probably, so a day or two after that. 

I just do the main course at holidays, leaving the cheese and crackers before and the dessert after, to him.  Easter usually brings jelly beans and tiny chocolate eggs in plastic egg container things. Silly and fun.

Then good news from the local taxman: the state Homestead Rebate, who names these things, will this year knock a sizeable amount off my May taxes on the house. That still leaves a large amount to pay, NJ being proudly Number 1 nationally in amount of real estate taxes, but I'll take it anyway.

And here's the current reading, aside from a funny E J Copperman mystery e-book

The Hewett book interviews and commissions essays from a wide variety of women of color in the craft world.

Thoughtful interviews with people like the wonderful Sonya Phillips about whom I've gone on about before, and a lot of crafters less well known. 

The only tiny drawback is that it's so moving that I have to run make stuff every couple of pages. It may take a while to read it at this rate. 

I haven't started the Barking at the Choir yet. I'll let you know how it goes.

And here's a side effect of the craft book

I had intended to take a few days off from knitting, but suddenly realized I could invent a stretchy cast on, much trickier than the stretchy cast off, so there you are. The start of a top down spiral tube sock. Sorry about the pink, Mary Anne, it's what's there in the box of supplied yarn.

Yesterday I had to break errands into two parts, getting a wave of weakness after the post office sock-dispatch run and library, and had to go home and rest then set off again after lunch to do a bit of food shopping. I think it's the last hurrah of the vax aftereffects.  Okay now. Just a word in case any blogistas experience anything like it. It passes.

In between all these enthralling events, I potted up a couple of begonia cuttings I'd rooted in water for Gary, and delivered the pot next door, also forcing him to come pick up the case of wrenches, siphons, hoses and miscellaneous stuff he'd left here after the plumbing. He still hasn't accepted payment for the toilet, keeps saying next week, next week. He'd never make it as a plumber. As a neighbor he's world-class.