Today is the day that Google comes and invades my home. When I say today I of course mean anytime in the next 48 hours because that is how they schedule things and there is no way to get a more specific or narrow time. I just have to live in limbo. I also have to clear out my closets and that is where I KEEP MY STASH.

You are beginning to see how this is a serious imposition.

Google has blessed my city, Austin Texas, with Google Fiber. The whole city is getting wired up for this new service. Most people are pretty excited about it and I’ll admit that I’m looking forward to trying out Fiber too. The basic service will cost me a one-time fee of $10. Then I have internet for as long as I live here or anywhere else that has Google Fiber installed. It sounds pretty good.

For months crews have been moving through neighborhoods installing cables and outlets and who knows what else. Now it is my turn. They will be here soon. They will be here to wire me up for the world’s cheapest internet and they need to find the best way into the attic or something. Google needs access to every room and every closet.

My stash is in my closets. Not all of it of course. Its too big and I’m too messy for it to ALL live neatly organized behind closed doors. There is some tucked away in my craft table. There is more in my Main Work Basket.

There is a basket of half-balls on the coffee table and a jar of half balls under the sideboard table. There is yarn on top of the bookcases and on top of the books in the bookcases and behind the books in the bookcases. There is probably more in other places that I can’t think of right now.

I can truthfully say that there is none in the bathroom.

But all that is just overflow. The stash, the official stash, lives in bins and bags in my many and sundry closets. Or that is where it normally lives. Right now its living out on my porch.

I moved it yesterday. No way I’m letting big rough men paw in my precious stash and shove things as they see fit. I have yak down in there. I have cashmere in there. I have one-of-a-kind, hand-dyed-just-for-Jenn by a very good friend in there. So I got organized and moved my stash out onto the porch. It not the best situation but its the only place I could come up with that it all could live for two days and not be in the way of everyone (including me).

Then I woke up and found this in the weather forecast.

Now that is just not fair. It hasn’t rained here in months. What are the chances of this???

So after this post, I’m moving it to my truck. I think I can fit it all in the passenger and back seat. Don’t look at me like I’m a weirdo. Trucks and cars are great for hiding yarn. I figured that out back when I was married.

After I get the stash moved (again), then comes the really hard part. I have to tell Feline Overlord and Cowardly Boy Cat that there will be strangers in our home. Yeah, I know. I have to tell them that they will be locked in the bathroom whenever I have to leave and/or when Google shows up. Yeah, I know. I have to tell them that this will go on for the next two days.

Yeah. I know.

This had better be really great internet, Google.