Sigh. It's Tuesday and the last day of our loooong weekend. Tomorrow is 'go back to work day' and I'm not looking forward to it.
Most of our days were spent trying to find things to do inside because it was cloudy and rainy for the last 4 days. And by rainy, I mean sudden bursts of rain. Hard rain. For about 10 minutes and then it would stop and the humidity would rise and rise. Just miserable weather days. Fortunately, we both have hobbies to keep us busy! Calvin kept me company on the couch. He is so helpful.
Pk has been making himself a workbench. So far, he has made the legs and this lovely pile of wood shavings. The important thing about this pile of shavings is that they were made with wood planes that he bought old and used and cleaned up and sharpened. They are sharp enough to slice flesh. Ask me how I know this.
I have been working on my shawl. It has been a challenge but I am finally making some progress. Maybe I'll get to wear it to the wedding in August (cross your fingers for me. If I cross mine, I'll never finish it). I am also planning to make the Fir Cone shawl from Folk Shawls with this. It's alpaca laceweight yarn I ordered on etsy from a dyer in Uruguay. It is Chestnut and the colors are perfect. The pattern will be a challenge but I like challenges. This will be started sometime in late August when Kate has time since we are having a mini kal.
So, what did we do on our last day of our mini vacation? We went to the lake and spent the day trying to keep our umbrellas from flying off down the beach. It was the first sunny day all weekend and too good to stay home. The lake was cold and wonderful. We shared it with some other webbed footed creatures and lots of kids.
Some thoughts as I sat with my toes in the sand:
Should women who don't have what would be considered "bikini ready bodies" wear bikinis? Should we applaud their acceptance of their bodies and their willingness to show them off? Or should we wish they were wearing enough to cover their ample amounts of flesh?
Why do mothers/fathers think that everyone wants to hear them yell at their children?
Why do parents bring their children to a LAKE where there is a lot of sand and water and then make them sit still on a blanket and not get dirty? Why not stay home?
Why can't I spend every sunny summer day sitting with my toes in the sand?
No, these are not deep thoughts. Just light summer musings.
And now I am going to cook up a pot of spaghetti. I put some meat, tomatoes, seasonings and some peppers and onions in the crock pot this morning and by now I have some tasty bolognese sauce to go with the pasta. Add some bread and some salad and we can call it good.
And tomorrow, work. Le sigh. But only three days until the weekend!