It’s been a little quiet around here lately, hasn’t it? That’s because I up and left on vacation without telling you, crafting an automatic post on my way out the door. I only had a brief moment of internet access during my week away and was dying to check the blog to see if the delayed publishing function had worked. It didn’t. So I hit the publish button somewhere around July 8th and when it posted, the date said July 6th (the day I had originally set it to post). Harumph. That’s what I get for trying to be all stealth, anyway.
We had a wonderful week with family in Idaho. Our trio gathered with immediate and extended family in a rural rental house with a swimming pool filled with constantly flowing natural hot water. It may seem like an 80+ degree pool wouldn’t feel so refreshing on a hot summer day, but let me tell you it was just the thing. The temperature was perfect for swimming morning, noon and night, and was especially nice for the little ones in the family.
In between swims, meals, and visiting, I was able to get in a fair amount of knitting on my Lenore socks. Upon returning home, I was saddened to realize I had not taken the ubiquitous work-in-progress on vacation photo. So just imagine this: a half-knit greenish gold sock sitting on a deck chair with a shimmering swimming pool behind. It was a little slice of heaven.
Remember the Birthday Boy vest I knit for my nephew back in May? The one that didn’t fit over PB’s head so I ripped out the neckline and reknit? Well, it still didn’t fit my nephew. So while at my sister’s house last week, I ripped back some of the ribbing at the neck for a 3rd time (sigh) and bound it off after a scant 2 rows of ribbing. It took a firm tug, but we got it over little JC’s head. I think he liked it!
Now we’re home, and I brought a little summer cold back with me. My left ear still hasn’t popped after the flight home on Saturday, which led to a slightly embarrassing moment at Bruegger’s Bagels today when I started singing out loud to this song. I thought I was singing quietly, but apparently everyone in line turned to see what the squawking was about. Ahem. Better get back to my knitting…