As the days get shorter, our nights get quieter.
We are no longer sitting outside soaking up the last ray of sunlight ,chatting to any neighbor who wanders by; we're inside sitting in pools of lamplight.
GG is working on her personal statement for medical school applications and I'm alternating between reading and teaching myself to crochet.
Many granny squares are crocheted, only to be unraveled and begun again.
I don't seem to understand how to finish off a row by connecting to the 3rd stitch of my first chain3. Could someone come over and show me?
I didn't know I had this much patience.
I didn't know the Lab did either.
But, rest assured, neither of us possess a bottomless supple of said virtue.
Sometimes a woman needs a room, or a bed, of her own.
And if she can't have that, she'll take a walk.
But not before I thank everyone who participated in FITH.
Whether the flowers were in your house or at a friends, whether they were actual blossoms or an animal named Blossom, whether the flowers were in a vase in your house or still growing in your garden outside your house, it was all good.
I know it takes a bit of planning, but it is very appreciated over my way. So thank you again.
And now: the walk!