It's knitting, right?
I can't tell you how long it's been since I had a picture of knitting on this here blog. (Well, I could, but I'm too lazy to go back and look.) I actually got to do some of that this weekend whilst ignoring the still-unpacked boxes lying around the house.
Saturday morning after a leisurely, loooooong breakfast...
...T went outside and gathered the bikes. With the "help" of the chillens, he fixed them up, pumped up the tires, tidied everything nicely, and got us all ready to go.
There's a lovely park near the new place, with a bike path that goes for miles and miles, past xeriscape gardens, ballparks, duck ponds (we saw a TURTLE!!!!!!! MOM DO YOU SEE THE TURTLE?! THERE IT IS MOM DO YOU SEE IT? MOM! MOM!!! A TUUUURRRRRTLLLLLLEEEE) and it had been calling to me. We helmeted up...
...strapped Smacky in the seat, and headed off, in the middle of the hottest part of the day. It was a bit shady, which was nice, and we all remembered water and sunblock. We didn't go far, as Bug's little legs and hard-used bike tire easily, but it was a high-point, for sure. After a grocery-shopping trip (during which we discovered there IS a limit to what a diaper will hold, and it was actually SMACKY leaking from the cart and not any of the groceries) we got a babysitter, and headed out to the Rhythm Room for a CD release party. We saw Chris James and Patrick Rynn (part of the Rhythm Room Allstars) who were joined by Big Pete Pearson. Big Pete looks like Redd Foxx and BB King combined, and in his early 80s, he can still sing the blues and shake it. Live blues? Rocks my socks right off. (We bought the CD for Chris and Patrick, and Big Pete; I have only listened to the first one, but really, live blues has something intangible that is lost when you put it on CD.)
Sunday involved the boys playing camping outside (cuz nothing says fun like wrapping up in a sleeping bag in 108 degrees)...
while I tidied up the kitchen, mopped the floor (hooray for no-longer sticking), and discovered that my Dyson sucks, cuz it no longer sucks. There was chocolate cookie baking, too. (Chocolate crinkles, to be exact.)
After I ensured there was no heat stroke and finished my cleaning, I sat on the couch with a beer and my knitting, and people? It was OH. SO. GOOD. Sometimes I forget to relax when I know there are boxes to unpack, dishes to wash, floors to un-stick... I will have to do a better job of taking time to have fun in the evenings.
Since it has been several days since I wrote most of this, I'll add a little more - yesterday we bought our tickets to go to Seattle for T's birthday. We'll be gone for a whole week (in the hottest part of the summer, OH YES I'm getting out of dodge) visiting T's parents and celebrating his mumblemumble birthday with his family.
Since we'll be heading to someplace that has decent weather and actual moisture in the air, I figured I'd better finish B-Side. I'd knitted the better part of one sleeve and discovered that the gauge I'd used to recalculate the increases was suddenly no longer the right gauge, and 15 inches of (sport-weight) sleeve had to be ripped. I
We'll see, I s'pose. I'll be giving it my best effort. (Which is good because even though I bought more size 5 Options tips to replace the
(Need to point out that all photos that are a) good, b) not of knitting, and c) don't actually contain T were actually TAKEN by T, and I had the audacity to post them without editing them in any way.)