Decades of research shows that when women have access to more resources, they put their money towards making sure their children have better nutrition, education and health care.
This is stuff we already know. Solutions that we can already work on without much discomfort. It’s a fallacy to say that nothing can change.
So we got back a short while ago. I was tired but not very much so, and sort of antsy too. So I decided it would be good to do most of the cleaning so that it wouldn’t drag on all week.
I spent the next hour or so redecorating my refrigerator. That’s right. All my magnets, postcards, teas and pictures are now in much better order, thanks in part to my OCD. I also did the laundry and folded it and put it away. No small feat considering we got at least some rain on all 3 days away.
You can see the rest of the weekend’s pictures here.
Happy birthday, Québec. I graciously thank you for the 4-day.
Sky
Another great shot of the dream catcher crocheted by yeahyeahyeah. I think this would be an appropriate project for a camping trip, don’t you?
Sky
* Not a big fan of twitter. I don’t see how I’m supposed to care enough about it to want to update it and facebook too. Are we friends on facebook yet? At least facebook has an actual purpose (sort of). Twitter is plain ol’ narcissism. Notice I’m not deleting my account, though.
* This weekend is my province’s national holiday. As such, I get a 4-day.
* Next week is my country’s national holiday. As such, I get a 4-day.
* I love this place.
* First major camping trip of the season happening this weekend. I, of course, packed at the last minute (meaning I’m not done, and won’t be done until I leave for work tomorrow) and my feet are dead tired.
* Gauge is too damn important, crochet people. I just frogged three motifs because of an inch difference between specified gauge and mine.
* I got a super short haircut. I was also going to do my colour but I’m due for a change so I’m taking the weekend to ponder that.
* Munchkin graduates the 1st grade tomorrow. She’s sad. She’s happy. She’s a freakin’ pest. She has e-mail. Should you want to write to her, e-mail me and I’ll give you her addy.
* My feet hurt.
* I’m reading a trilogy (La trilogie des fourmis, Bernard Werber) about the clash between the ant civilization and ours, and it is quite surprisingly awesome. Of course, it says a lot about us that the ants are much more believable and likeable than the humans we get to know the most in the first and second books.
* I cross paths with a lot of ants in a day. I love how books make you notice such things. Parfum and its way with my sense of smell is another such book.
* My feet really hurt. ‘Night.
(No tree wifi this weekend. Lea’me alone :))
Sky
This is the infamous comfy cardi I tried to ruin. When I took this picture, I was waiting for my washer to be done with its load so that I could toss this in and go back to praying. I was also apologizing profusely for possibly ruining one of our couches (not!) and my new Gap shorts (not!) and for all the salt on the floor everywhere.
This is the completely stain-free comfy cardi. I did take it to the cleaner after the salt made most of the stain go away, leaving only a dirty looking blue stain in the larger affected areas, but when I went to pick the sweater up, it was waiting for me on the ground before the cleaner’s table, untouched. A very infuriating conversation followed in which I was repeatedly told to pay 7.52 7.52 7.52, to which I replied - just as many times - that when you want to screw me over, you have to at least make the effort of sticking my untouched sweater into a garment bag. Conclusion : oxy-clean is a fantastic product. And yes, shots of the cardy being worn will eventually follow, I’m sure; it just wouldn’t do tonight: I don’t want to hurt your sensibilities with pictures of a sweaty, post-gym Sky.
This is what I’m bringing with me when we go camping this weekend. 4-day! It’s seemingly simple enough that I can be camping and working on it simultaneously, which is very important indeed. I need a portable project that I can drop at any point and not pull my hair out trying to figure out where I left off.
Vive le Québec libre..
Sky
