And it about drives me crazy.
Molly-dog has both an ear and eye infection which requires meds twice a day for 14 days. (have you tried putting eye drops into a dog’s eye? You think a toddler is difficult…)
The Taurus spewed transmission fluid all over the street a couple weeks ago and thus sits lifeless in the driveway.
I still do not have a cell phone to call my own.
It’s 60 degrees at 10 o’clock this morning, and a balmy 67 degrees inside the house.
The house guest we’ve had for 8 weeks left on Friday to relocate to the other side of the world. Literally.
Eric is in the swing of summer school with a class which has thus required play-doh, crayons and playing his guitar.
We celebrated all family birthdays for the year on Sunday for the second and last year in a row with dessert and presents wrapped in Christmas paper. (it’s so not working for us, but it was worth a go.)
My defense with all the hub-bub is that I’ve decided that in 9 years, when the last kid is out of the house, Eric and I shall relocate to the U.S. Virgin Islands. I have gathered all sorts of websites, magazines and videos and I’m ready to begin packing.
U.S. Virgin Islands (photo courtesy of: Travel Site )
I’ve been dreaming of knitting bathing suit cover-ups, market bags in Caribbean colors, and tank tops, all with cotton/linen yarn.
Doesn’t this look like a perfect day at the beach? (tank pattern found: HERE ) I’m finding that most beach cover-ups are crocheted rather than knitted, or perhaps I’m totally looking in the wrong place. But it’s all that consumes my thoughts these past few days.
Today, I’m going to make myself sit down to finish a baby vest I started a couple months ago while dreaming of sunshine and white beaches.
laugh. dance. learn. create. knit.