Summer Time

You know, I always feel a bit weird posting when I don’t have photos for you (or when I *do* have photos, just not the connector wire thingy to upload them). I did finish a few things in an attempt to wrap projects up before the Summer of Socks so I hope to post photos soon…eh, how boring….excuses on a blog!

Aside from some knitting clean-up, I’ve been trying to live up to my vow that I would spend more time at the Lake this summer. I live mere blocks from Lake Champlain and I hardly ever go there to walk along the shore, to sleep on the beaches, take the ferry to NY, or go swimming – this is NONSENSE. Sunday afternoon I found myself packing up the Sunday NY Times, water, knitting, and a friend to plant ourselves at the edge of the water. I can’t say that my knitting enjoyed the sand, but I can tell you that I am going to attempt to go swimming twice a week in the lake when possible (lately we’ve had thunderstorms so forget it). It’s a good vow to uphold, you know?

Also, has anyone else noticed that the second you commit to spending your summer knitting socks, all you want to do is knit hats and sweaters? Just wondering….

A small update on The Girls…the humans are doing ok post putting-down, although I seem to forget how long that takes. Thank you so much for your sweet and thoughtful comments – you people rock.

Loving the Beach and Losing The Girls

Why don’t I live by the beach? Why Why WHY?

I spent my time biking, reading magazines from September 2007, walking on the boardwalk, jumping into the ocean (ok, only once, it’s still cold), smiling at the scent of sunscreen mixed with sand, and remembering why we came to Rehoboth every summer when I was a kid. [note: back then there were no awful outlet malls, which i hate with an undying passion.]

You might notice “knitting” wasn’t in that list. It didn’t go well with the sunscreen. Luckily I got several happy-birthday-calls which means I did get some knitting in once I returned to Vermont (phone time = knitting time). Will post photos of still-not-finished-socks later (not that you need to see yet another photo of an unfinished Twisted Tweed sock…). I think I’m bored with them. I let it take too long. Damnit.

Ok, so since we’re not really talking (er, blogging? i guess “we” aren’t “talking” now are we?) about knitting, I thought I would throw out a Life Question. How do you deal with putting down a pet? I don’t want to go into any sad details (and cry at work. again.), but I participated in putting down animals that once climbed all over me in bed, stuck their cute faces veryclose to my cute face in the mornings, and generally made me admit that there are some good qualities in having feline pets. ANYway, I know that a lot of knitters have pets of all sorts – so how do you deal with Life After Pets? And dealing with the responsibility of your decision? It’s so sad and heartbreaking.

god, i can’t even look at this photo. you are missed daily.