Pass the Corona, please

and keep 'em coming...

I cast on my Mystery Stole yesterday, well behind the pack but no less excited, and I LOVE IT!!! I've only done a little hardcore lace knitting before, so watching a picture unfold in my hands is absolutely thrilling -

I got Clue #1 done yesterday, in the midst of bike riding, walking, swimming, and helping the boys organize themselves for their week away with their dad.

They left around 11:30 today, and I found myself at utterly loose ends. We have been apart before, but it dawned on me that usually, when they are away for more than a couple of days, I arrange a trip for myself, too. I was supposed to head to Wisconsin to visit my blogless (but SO deserving of a blog) friend Kelly, but due to humungazoid vet bills last month I just couldn't afford it. I am hoping to get there for their Thanksgiving, to relive the Black Friday shopping experience, which really must be experienced more than once, just to make sure it wasn't a bad dream...

So in the meantime, here I am, totally discombobulated (new word of the week - donchya love it?). Can't settle, can't read, can't knit, cannot sit still. A couple of hours of hard weeding in the garden finally relaxed me enough so I could carry on with the Stole, and as you will notice, I am coping rather well right now:


Half a day down, six and a half to go...

pass the Corona, please...

Actually, I know the week will fly by, and I'll talk to them every night - I miss them terribly when they're gone, but have learned to appreciate the subtleties of a dry toilet seat, and clothes that are actually in the hamper, not somewhere in the vicinity, and movies that don't include fart jokes or explosions (kinda the same thing) or Chris Farley, so no pity, please... I'm good with a beer...