The Case of the Putrid Pantry.
I had been smelling something in the kitchen for a while. Being that my nose is a tad iffy on things, I asked Husband if he smelled it.
Oh, yeah, didn't know what it was, but it doesn't smell good. I've been smelling it for a while...
Well, isn't he the little CNN for me?
So, I had him sniff about (having allergies, I can tell you something smells. Short of it being stuffed up my nose, I can't tell you WHERE the smell is...) We decided it was most likely the pantry.
And so, as usual, my plans to go do something else went by the wayside. This smell was like something died. In fact, I wondered if a mouse had managed to crawl somewhere behind everything, and shuffle off the mortal coil bit. After my walking this morning, I got to it. I started taking everything off the floor. Several dust bunnies, small spiders (eeeeeewwww), and a few dog kibble later, I established there IS a floor in the pantry, and the smell wasn't from there. Mop, replace all the stuff, repeat, each and every shelf. I was getting concerned, I had not found the smell. OMG, was it IN THE WALL??? I had this image of pulling down everything and taking out the wall.
Community. Where have you discovered community, online or otherwise, in 2010? What community would you like to join, create, or more deeply connect with in 2011? (Cali Harris)
I don't know that I have discovered any new groups this last year. One that I would like to get back into would be the Ravelry groups. I was on that nearly when it started. I really didn't go there enough, so I didn't get 'into' the various groups and knit a longs, things and stuff that the amazing blogosphere of crafty folk have to offer. I don't know how often, even now, that I will go on and check things out, but I will try to make a bit more time for it. I mean really, where else can I find patterns for socks from people who actually have knit them 70 times or more, and lived to tell the tale?
I am also sort of vaguely kinda maybe thinking about Twitter. It just looks like fun. However, since I do not know that
Cleaning chicken house.
Llama stepped on my foot.
would be any more thrill packed as a tweet than it is as a small blurb in my blog, it might or might not happen. (And I still say that people who do Twittering, are Twits. It's American English, folks! Not a judgement...) The one that I tried, and didn't see the point was Facebook. I realize that it's supposed to be juuuuuust terrific, and I am a low down dirty scuzzbucket because I don't think so...
But I don't.
Life goes on. Ravelry and blogs RULE, Facebook, well... you know....