Today is the mostest wonderfullest day of the week. It’s FRIDAY! Now, if this isn’t good news, it may be that I’m not being my most cheerful self. Well, then, IT’S FRIDAY!!!!! (HAPPY FACE). Howzat?
So, here we are. Altogether. Happy. Content. I love giving happy PSA’s. It’s not like an anti-smoking PSA. Or one about unwanted pregnancy. No. This is a joyous time. Each week we are given the gift of a fabulous Friday. Take a deep breath. Can you smell the Friday? Me, too.
This is a picture of our surprise lilies. You plant the bulbs and in the early summer, late spring, the leaves appear. Then, the leaves disappear and late July, early August (or mid August this year), up pop these beautiful SURPRISE! lilies.
I’m still on Sleeve I. I did not knit at all on Wednesday. It was a bit of a bothersome time for me. My mother went to have dinner with the BB and BSIL. I stayed home and cut the front yard. When I went to start the lawn mower in the back, it became highly uncooperative. After trying for about a half hour, I kicked it and put it in time out. The back yard remains uncut. Then, I decided to try and be helpful. Our kitchen sink was stopped up. I took off the gooseneck drain and emptied it. Nothing, but water. I moved farther back, emptying the pipes as I went. I finally got to the wall drain and decided it was not a good idea to continue. That, and the banging of my head four times, convinced me we needed professional help. So, I poured a glass of wine and sat down. I feared picking up my knitting due to the basic difficulties I had had all evening. So, I didn’t knit or spin. I sat and watched the Olympics (and tried to figure out why everything was against me). By the time my Mom came home, happy and refreshed, I was mellow and headacheless.
Of course, the warmer weather hasn’t helped either. I need to work on my wool-yips when the weather is hot. I do not like the feel of wool when it’s hot outside. To the point of being kinda itchy, creepy, yippy feeling. Spinning is no better. Hopefully, this will end soon. We are coming to a close on August (did we have a summer?). Fall is coming, and fast. Grover and I went out Thursday morning in a rainy fog. No dawn. Too early. I can see how it can become a tad depressing for months on end, but I am absolutely determined to approach fall and winter with a different attitude. Wish me luck.
What are you hearing today? I’m hearing this:
“Wordlessly Watching” by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Have a wonderful weekend!!!