Oh, good. Gustav (hurricane) didn’t knock out our power or blow around too much or cause flooding here. I’m very sorry for our fellow Southerners in Mississippi and Louisiana who had to bear the brunt of his fury. I hope he wasn’t too too awful there.
We have gusty winds – the kids say it feels like God is opening his mouth wide and blowing hot breath on us – and some rain and more tornado warnings than the weatherman could keep up with (he said it was a record number). I hope those only struck empty fields. But not the cotton fields. That wouldn’t be nice, only a month or so before harvest.
So, good, I guess I’ll still have more days of knitting at the Bay while the girls are in ballet, as I hoped.
Our Little Gal started ballet this year, too. We thought we’d let her start when she’s older, like her sister did, but she sooo wanted the “pretty dresses” and pleaded for most of the Summer until Daddy couldn’t say no any longer. He also had to buy her a “purple” tutu, since that’s what she requested, even though the pink one was cheaper. It’s handy to have pretty blue eyes and the instinctive knowledge of how to use them on your Daddy.
While the girls were at ballet, my man worked, and the boys stayed home, likely rotting their brains on electronic games. I found myself alone. What to do with an hour of free time?!
Knit by the Bay, that’s what.
Oh, and take photos of the pretty cotton yarn on a picnic table by the Bay, that’s what, too. I wondered for a moment if I looked silly, photographing yarn. But the few people nearby were walking silly-looking tiny dogs, so I figured we were even.
I cannot think of a more relaxing – therapeutic, really – way to spend an hour.
p.s. In case you’re wondering…it’s an afghan I’ll finish, oh, sometime in 2030 or so, made of my first attempt at cables and from this book. The pattern really stands out when knit with a simple cotton yarn (yarn from the esteemed cottage business yarn shop, um…WalMart….and therin lies the proof that I’m no knitting purist and am definitely impatient.)