Today's Post Was Going To Be Sock Free
But first I have to show you these:
Yesterday was the first full day of summer vacation, and if I thought I was going to be able to hold on to my accustomed amount of computer time (accustomed amount = too doggone much), I was set straight very quickly. This is how the day unfolded:
8A ... Landscaper due to install plants in front of the barn.
8:20A ... Receive phone call from a friend who is at the ER and needs a ride home, as her meds aren't conducive to operating heavy machinery. Leave the Eldest in charge while I go to get her.
9A ... Return home, friend in tow (I get sort of mother hen-ny when my friends get sick, and she had no one at home to keep an eye on her). Plants are being installed.
11A ... Older two kids leave for an outing with our neighbor's family. The Young'un wants to go too, but is too little for the activity, so he starts to request a trip to the "beach" (our local swimming pond). He make this request very five minutes or so for the next three-plus hours.
12N ... Landscapers finish. Lunch.
1P ... Run quick errands, all the while repeatedly reminding the Young'un what has to happen before we can go to the beach. ("Two stores, then home, then post office, then beach." "I want to go the beach." "We have to go to two stores, then home, then post office, then beach." "I want to go the beach." "We have to go to two stores ....")
2:30P ... Last errand -- a trip to the post office. Just as we exit the building, rain starts to fall. The Young'un -- who has been waiting for his outing for over three hours now -- assures me that the rain will stop as soon as we get to the beach.
2:45P ... Arrive at the beach. The rain is still sputtering down. The Young'un claims it will stop when we're standing on the sand.
2:50P ... Go to check in, only to be told that the water is closed for 30 minutes because someone heard thunder. We promise to play in the sand only until we hear an all clear.
2:53P ... Our feet hit the sand. The rain stops. How did he do that?
3:30P ... The all-clear is sounded. We go into the water ("The moment I've been waiting for!" said the Young'un).
4P ... We have to leave so that we can take our friend -- who has gone off her pain meds just for this errand -- back to the hospital to retrieve her car.
4:40P ... En route to the hospital, my van starts to make a gurgling/grinding noise. It's very dramatic, and very worrisome.
4:50P ... I drop my friend at her car, and she promptly turns around and follows me to the mechanic, where my water pump bursts open JUST as I pull into the parking lot. I won't get the car back until late Thursday.
5:30P ... The Young'un and I arrive back home. I promptly fix myself a vodka tonic and order in pizza.
8P ... The whole day is redeemed when four of my friends from knitting group and I gather at Anne's house to eat lots of incredible snacks, drink champagne cocktails, knit, and watch a movie. We chose Alfred Hitchcock's Sabateur (1942) from the Comcast On Demand "Free Movies" section. Billed as "witty and intense", it turns out to be a wonderfully laughable anti-Communist propoganda piece. The mocking and pointing out holes in the plot commences (we agree that many of the hero's troubles would have been solved if he had been wearing a HAT). The ending is weirdly abrupt ... the villan falls off the Statue of Liberty's torch, the hero scampers back to safety, and we're out. Lots of missing exposition.
Today has been much quieter, thank God. I've done some laundry, broken up some minor squabbles, and started working on this:
So far she's paid back my neglect by concealing a symbol or two on her chart, so you're looking at my second start. But I think I'll win her over in the end.
******
Late breaking news: I am being informed that the Young'un would like to go to the beach.
yarn: Trekking XXL (#134)
pattern: basic top-down stockinette
Yesterday was the first full day of summer vacation, and if I thought I was going to be able to hold on to my accustomed amount of computer time (accustomed amount = too doggone much), I was set straight very quickly. This is how the day unfolded:
8A ... Landscaper due to install plants in front of the barn.
8:20A ... Receive phone call from a friend who is at the ER and needs a ride home, as her meds aren't conducive to operating heavy machinery. Leave the Eldest in charge while I go to get her.
9A ... Return home, friend in tow (I get sort of mother hen-ny when my friends get sick, and she had no one at home to keep an eye on her). Plants are being installed.
11A ... Older two kids leave for an outing with our neighbor's family. The Young'un wants to go too, but is too little for the activity, so he starts to request a trip to the "beach" (our local swimming pond). He make this request very five minutes or so for the next three-plus hours.
12N ... Landscapers finish. Lunch.
1P ... Run quick errands, all the while repeatedly reminding the Young'un what has to happen before we can go to the beach. ("Two stores, then home, then post office, then beach." "I want to go the beach." "We have to go to two stores, then home, then post office, then beach." "I want to go the beach." "We have to go to two stores ....")
2:30P ... Last errand -- a trip to the post office. Just as we exit the building, rain starts to fall. The Young'un -- who has been waiting for his outing for over three hours now -- assures me that the rain will stop as soon as we get to the beach.
2:45P ... Arrive at the beach. The rain is still sputtering down. The Young'un claims it will stop when we're standing on the sand.
2:50P ... Go to check in, only to be told that the water is closed for 30 minutes because someone heard thunder. We promise to play in the sand only until we hear an all clear.
2:53P ... Our feet hit the sand. The rain stops. How did he do that?
3:30P ... The all-clear is sounded. We go into the water ("The moment I've been waiting for!" said the Young'un).
4P ... We have to leave so that we can take our friend -- who has gone off her pain meds just for this errand -- back to the hospital to retrieve her car.
4:40P ... En route to the hospital, my van starts to make a gurgling/grinding noise. It's very dramatic, and very worrisome.
4:50P ... I drop my friend at her car, and she promptly turns around and follows me to the mechanic, where my water pump bursts open JUST as I pull into the parking lot. I won't get the car back until late Thursday.
5:30P ... The Young'un and I arrive back home. I promptly fix myself a vodka tonic and order in pizza.
8P ... The whole day is redeemed when four of my friends from knitting group and I gather at Anne's house to eat lots of incredible snacks, drink champagne cocktails, knit, and watch a movie. We chose Alfred Hitchcock's Sabateur (1942) from the Comcast On Demand "Free Movies" section. Billed as "witty and intense", it turns out to be a wonderfully laughable anti-Communist propoganda piece. The mocking and pointing out holes in the plot commences (we agree that many of the hero's troubles would have been solved if he had been wearing a HAT). The ending is weirdly abrupt ... the villan falls off the Statue of Liberty's torch, the hero scampers back to safety, and we're out. Lots of missing exposition.
Today has been much quieter, thank God. I've done some laundry, broken up some minor squabbles, and started working on this:
So far she's paid back my neglect by concealing a symbol or two on her chart, so you're looking at my second start. But I think I'll win her over in the end.
******
Late breaking news: I am being informed that the Young'un would like to go to the beach.
posted by Ruth at 11:28 AM
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