i'm bored.  i need some way of organizing my different fabric pieces.  archie is cleaning his privates but not in private.  cats have no shame.  i need a proverbial open mouthed frog to put my sos pads in.  one book that i got from the library is called handmade home by amanda blake soule.  it has lots of cool things to make.  i like how she makes things from other things and things you have on hand.  this is my kind of thing. let me reiterate.  things from other things is my kind of thing.  the only thing i object to is a certain project she calls women's cloth.  call me barbaric and unenlightened but i call this gross.  but i'd be happy to make you some.  i wish there was a recycling place in vancouver area like nanaimo's recycling place.  it's the coolest.  it's a good resource for getting materials.  when katie and i were there before christmas, there were materials in big heaps on the ground.  that bugged.  mom would have rolled over in her bed in saint lucia to see how her recycling place had regressed in her absence.  while we were there this lady told this other guy that he was banded.  katie and i had no idea what she was talking about until from the guy's reaction we realized that he was in fact banned.  banded.  she said it several times.  excuse me i just stopped to violently pet my cat rather than feed him.  when he wants food he gets violent affection instead.  boredboringboredboreboredboringboreboreborebored.  archie is sitting on my strips of denim purring his frustrations away.  earlier he pawed at my piles of colour-coded fabric (bet you couldn't decode it!) and climbed into a large empty bag, batted at the straps and chewed on the plastic.  archie chews on plastic when he's frustrated.  sometimes when i'm not quite ready to feed him because i want to put gel in my wet hair first, he jumps up on the toilet and leans over the package of toilet paper rolls and chews the plastic.  then he jumps up on the sink and digs his glands into the corner of the medicine cabinet.  i just had a thought--i'm grateful for toilet paper.  imagine if there were no toilet paper??  ghastly. if archie's nose wasn't wet i wouldn't care so much when it touched me but as it is, it grosses me out. on the other hand melted peanut butter melts me into a pool of contentment and bliss