As I type this, I can hardly see what I'm typing. My eyes have been a little fuzzy and reading has been a bit of a challenge. A trip to the eye doctor is in the (hopefully) near future and we will get this little issue cleared up. In the meantime, the posts until then may be riddled with typos for which I apologize in advance.
Now, onto more important bloggings. Cousin Amy is still pregnant, which is a good thing becuase it means more time to knit and possibly have somethings finished and off the needles for her son before he turns thirteen. Mum has been knitting away too. This is the second great-grandbaby, and he comes from a long line of knitters. He will never know what it is to be cold...
Michael is currently sleeping and that makes me ever so happy. It means I actually have a few minutes to sit down and pound out a post and possibly get in a spot of knitting. Or sleeping. They are both important and I am not sure yet which one is more so....
It has been hot, hot, hot in Portland lately. The weatherman (if you trust what he says), is predicting triple-digit numbers this coming weekend and that makes me a little crazy. What, exactly, does one knit when the forcast is calling for temperatures so hot an egg can be fried on the sidewalk in 2 minutes? I don't know, but whatever I stitch on will be done so poolside next to a tray of refreshments. The only things that could make that better is if there were a handsome pool boy whispering in my ear, "hey cutie, are you doing that English Style or Continental?"
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