Beloved and friend went fishing yesterday. They caught a bunch and kept four, then came back to the truck to find out that some idjit had broken out the passenger side window and rifled the jockeybox, looking for treasure. The tools were untouched. Beloved keeps his phone with him, in a waterproof bag, when he fishes.
Work went well. I came home, he went with one of his sons to give somebody a blessing, and then his brother took us out to dinner at Chop House Burgers (recently featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives). I drove. Then we came back and crashed.
Tonight I have the option of attending Knit Night. I will probably not know until close to quitting time which way I want to aim the car. I could use some chick time. On the other hand, Beloved and his brother are way better than TV. I got to hear family stories on the drive home from Arlington last night. No danger of my falling asleep at the wheel: I was laughing too hard!
I am on the home stretch of the second incarnation of Wingspan. Ms. Tola, I watched a Moebius video over the weekend. Seriously cool technique.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!