Santa-Cali-Gon was a blast. It's a festival of the Santa Fe, California, and Oregon trails' beginning in Independence, Missouri. A lot of craft tents are set up, along with a lot of carnival food (read: funnel cake) Mary invited me, and having never gone, I had to go. The crowds were a bit much, but aren't they always? We had lunch at a great Italian place, and shopped at a kitchen/gourmet store. I love those places. I found a real live chef's jacket (stolen off a fake dead chef, no doubt). I love it. It's not been worn, yet. Sunday, it's forecasted to be somewhere below blistering hot. I'll probably fix something foo foo for my family that day, while wearing the jacket of course.
Speaking of family... We had a family outing with Lucky on Labor day. If the pickup is out of the garage and he's not in there, Lucky is not a happy camper. He loves going bye-bye. Probably because we're usually going to PetSmart, where he can scavenge the floor for spilled food and treats. We walked to a waterfall, saw some deer, then went to a park that allowed dogs. Even when the city provides the bags, people won't pick up after their dogs. If *I* can do it, *THEY* can do it. There's not a whole lot worse than hot dog poo smell.
Fry and I have a new thing to play on the Playstation 2. It's a workout game called Yourself! Fitness. A user enters their weight, age, and takes a fitness test. Then, the 'game' sets up a workout schedule and workout types based on your goal. You can choose what goal you want, or the game will, based on what it thinks you need. So far, it's rather fun and Fry is mostly sticking with it.
Last Labor Day evening, I had the beginnings of a migraine. So, I took a Relpax and an ice pack with me to bed. Meanwhile, Fry was practicing her viola. Her playing is phenomenal. Yes I'm biased, I'll admit, but still. My child amazes me with her talent. I could hear, as she played, how she felt about the song. There was a lilt to Jingle Bells, and her Ode to Joy? She played it slow and carefully, then later confessed, since the song had played at Hubs and my wedding, she wanted every note perfect for us. By that time, I'd pulled the husband into our bedroom, both doors open, to listen to our girl play. She doesn't make a single scratchy 'eee' 'eee' sound while playing, which is a minor miracle to me. Fry is a true talent.
Also in the Fry news, she conned me into going swimming. I loathe cold water, but our complex's pool wasn't too bad once I got used to it. She and I tossed a Nerf football until Lucky and Hubs came over. Pets aren't allowed in the pool area, but Lucky is somewhat potty trained, and is afraid of deep water. He really wanted to jump in after the football, but just couldn't do it. If he'd been more cooperative, I'd have taught him how to drag us around the pool's perimeter while we held on to his leash. He did it enough while walking around sniffing to give me the idea. I don't think the housing association would approve of the endless days required for training.
My younger sister, Toppa, has a new pickup! I'm thrilled for her! I've not seen a pickup with only 35,000 miles on it in a long time, unless, like my Dad's, they're a first time owner. Her pickup is very much the same as mine, a Ford with a nice bed topper. It's cuter, though, being white and a pickup-lite, the Ranger model. We have the F-150. I wonder how long it'll take her to get it tricked out with new rims and radio...?
Endless knitting. There are times, about 3/4 the way through a project of plain knitting, that I think, "I could have done this on the machine!" It would look weird if I put it on the machine now, so I'm stuck. I have two projects like that, a Rowan Summer Tweed Bolero out of a chocolate brown, and a circular knit sweater for Fry out of a boucle' and Plymouth Whisper. I have September earmarked for finishing both, because I'm wanting to celebrate October as Socktober. I've tons of sock yarn in the stash and am dying to get started.
The more Fry goes to middle school, the more she loves it. I don't know if this is middle school related, but she's copping an attitude at times. Grrr, because I miss my sweet little Frybaby. Sometimes, though, like this morning, my little angel will be the one possessing my Fry and she'll love her mom. Let's hope that mood stayed with her today.
I get to teach Beginning Knitting this Thursday! This is the best job, although, I do have qualms about starting another group with a yarn addiction. Poor kids, they don't know what they're in for, do they? }:)
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First of all, your deck looks great. Poor Lucky fell down - yikes, no wonder he's scared of falling again. Eeeps.
I don't know why this thought occurs to me, but when you mentioned the Beginning Knitters and the fact that you're creating voracious yarn addictions in the innocent and unsuspecting, I think of a vampire creating new vampires who must "feed" their habit. Luckily we're addicted to yarn.
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