In my quiet moments this week I have sat down for the final push on my biggest project. My afghan for the afghan class I’m teaching.
There you see me with 2 lotus squares left, catching up on the last season of Heroes ( oh Hulu, how I love thee) Tomorrow and Sunday will find me making lasagna, buying soccer sneaks and shin guards for the girls before soccer officially starts, and blocking the rest of the finished squares for the afghan. I hope to be able to piece it together in the early part of next week. All other projects are on hold till this one is done.
and I mean it – stupid, easily distracted, yarn-whore hands.
I’m going to go finish nursing the headache I’ve had all day so I’ll be good and lively tomorrow.
*Oh – the black bear thing. Yeah. Haven’t seen – literally – hide nor hair of the beasties since the Spring of 06 when one was living along the ridge up above our little street. On the first morning of school a black bear – and I suspect it is the same one – trundled its way down our neighbor’s driveway (scaring the shit out of her, she moved in after the spring of 06) and right across the end of our yard, right near where the girls stand to wait for the bus. So I guess its OK for your neighbors to knock on your door at 7:15, as long as they’re warning you about bears. The best part though – giggle – her husband is from Quebec and speaks very little English. He just stood by their car pointing and mumbling what I though was “le bruin” I’m pretty sure bruin is Dutch but the whole thing was just comical. Hey, what is French for bear?*