Yesterday our high was 80. Today our high will be 80. I awakened this morning to 56F. Whew! It’s exhausting. Wanna know why? It’s too pretty to stay inside! Of course, it’s also very hard to convince an employer to move your desk and computer outside, so I’m taking it where I can get it. And, enjoying it. Grover and I walked in comfort and a bit of a chill this morning. Wonderful. I’m just hoping (fruitlessly, I know) that this moderate weather will transfer to the winter.
Isnt’ he a happy boy? Don’t you just love the path he’s worn in the grass? I’m thrilled. But, we all know the disclaimer, he’s a big boy and where he travels, you know. That’s the wild rose around the deck on the left and the Japanese Maple on his right.
I have started some knitting that I can’t talk about. No. Please, stop laughing. Seriously. It’s not designing. It’s a gift. I’m always wondering when I read about secret knitting on someone’s blog whether it’s a gift or design. Surely, you know me well enough by now, that if I’m designing something, I’ll drag you all along with me every step of the way. Of course, this knitting is taking forever because all my knitting takes forever. Still, I’m working away on it and PurplePi. I’m not working as much on CeCe because she is not portable. Poor dear. I’m still picking her up when I sit down in the living room, but that’s not happening much right now, but it will as we head toward July.
Oh, shit. I just remembered I forgot to spin last night. Well, today I’ll spin. What an airhead.
I want to thank you all for your kind remarks yesterday. I’m fine. When we care about people (love, like, take your pick), the need to help when they are in pain is overwhelming. That’s one reason I can’t give up on people. Sometimes I want to hole up in a cave and be alone and give it all up. Then, I realize how much I would lose, and miss. As I get older, I’m becoming more acutely aware that love is pretty much it. You can wear the best clothes, live in the best location, have the coolest things, but without love you have nothing. It’s been said better, but the sentiment is the same. Other than money, how do we show our love (like) for each other in the blogworld? We check in on each other. We comment. But, honestly, how do we show our caring? I’m just asking. I don’t know. I try to touch the lives of those I care about by commenting when they post. But, if they don’t post, would we know what was wrong? Norma talked about this a while back. She came to the conclusion that we wouldn’t know unless we each had someone with passwords and such who could step in and post for us. What do you think?
Well. I gotta get going. I gotta go to work. No complaints. I have a job. Now. So far. Hey. Complacency does not rule here. Not anymore anyway! You have a good one!