confusion on all fronts

The dilemma continues.  I see other bloggers (I name NO names) are able to ignore it, as I usually can do.  But, with this staring me in the face, it is getting harder and harder to ignore.

I bought this beautiful old chest with the argument that it could hold the containers of yarn I had stashed in the plant room on shelves made of cinder blocks and painted boards.  I could HIDE it, clean up.  YEAH RIGHT!!  The clear bins are much better for yarn.  I can see in them.  Argument #2: stash my roving in it.  This works perfectly well, but which PORTION of my roving gets stashed.  You got the word "portion"?  I really thought it would fit, honest.  Cindy suggested that I just squish those bags down, get all the air out, and more can fit.  hmmmm…  I’m not really worried about it, but Rhinebeck is right around the corner.  This year I really need a list.  And, I need to stick to it.  That IS the dilemma.  No one sticks to their list at Rhinebeck.  Not possible.  (And there is VT S&W this weekend.)
Last night, it came to me, I need to finish the Ribby if I want it for the fall.  It’s out, Spider Boy Sam is thrilled to find that some knitting requires TWO balls of yarn (much more fun than one). Next shot positioned by Sam, himself…  I was unable to get it straightened out for this posting.

Somehow, I have fit a bit of spinning into my schedule (just a little something I was reminded I had as I loaded my stashed roving into the trunk).

Interesting conglomeration of colors.  I probably will just let it barbershop pole and see how it knits up.  It’ll blend in the knitting better than if I pooled it with a Navajo ply.   
Sorry for the erratic posts, C’s Mom is with us and suffers from dementia.  It’s a bit like being in an episode form the Twilight Zone these days, for everyone.