Darn it. My Blackberry ate my post. So, a list.
1. Clara and I had a wonderful walk today with our friend Kris. Kris and I stayed clean. Clara did not. (At one point Kris actually wondered why I was scolding a brown dog. Oh, that’s YOUR dog!)
A wonderful morning of friendship, fun, and good sandwiches. Followed by a bath at home on the lawn, where Clara learned the pleasures all over again of rolling in the grass while being towel-dried:
Yes, we do need to mow our lawn.
2. Leaving tomorrow to go camping! Strawberry Music Festival, up in Yosemite. Four days of bluegrass jams, spinning/knitting time, swimming in the lake, and adult beverages. It’ll be hard without the little mama. But Dad’s coming and La’s whole band (they’re playing Saturday night at Evergreen!). No sisters, very sad. But I’m looking forward to it SO much.
3. Finished the February Lady Sweater!
Yarn: Cotton Ease, 3.75 balls. Buttons, cheapos from Michaels. Never buy buttons there if you’re not willing to spend a LOT of time fishing around the cheapos. But I love it. I ran buttonholes down the whole thing, wanted the option of different ways to wear it.
Easy, satisfying knit. It’ll be good for the camping.
4. I have a TON of stuff to do, but you can tell by my cheeks up there that I’m kind of flushed. Oh! I thought I wasn’t feeling good, but now, remembering that I spent the morning in the sun, I realize that I’m just a little sunburned and sleepy. That’s totally different than feeling sick. I think I’ll try a nap and try not to have bad dreams. Today I’ll get it right. Then I’ll be right back to getting ready to camp. It’s like getting ready to another country: You’re terribly busy and worried, lists of your lists scrunched tight in both hands, and you run and run and then you SIT in the seat in the plane and you relax. Nothing more to be done (and even if there were, it’s too late for you to worry about it). Camping is similar. Very, very busy and then you get to camp, finally find your site (to me, the least pleasant part), unpack, set up the tent, look around, see that there’s nothing left that needs doing, and you SIT. Play a tune or two. Can’t wait to get to that point. Ain’t nothing like a swim on a hot summer day in a snow-fed lake. Followed by your choice of many food vendors. (The Gyros are my favorite. Yes, I’ll have two.) This is my kind of camping.
Happy summer, all.