Worky worky..
It is Wednesday, as Mik says church day. Yes. The middle of the week. Thank you.. But not Friday yet. Have not done any knitting since Sunday. SK had a follow-up for acid reflux Monday, poor fellow, still on Zantac.. Well today I got to talk to someone new introduced to me by my cuz Stace. His name is David. He knits Arans. Very very cool. I could never knit like that. The Sweaterman. Me hubby got burnt this past weekend mowing the lawn - SUNSCREEN is important. My other poor fellow.. Have you ever just felt like not working but you have to? Sometimes I feel that way, I don't know why. I'd rather be spending times with the wee ones, knitting, playing my tin whistle, making something or helping someone else.. I must be getting old because I have started listening to the easy listening station.. Say you, say me - say it together... I'm still standin'! - Sweet dreams are made of these... - Su su sudio.. - Good Vibrations - Blue Savannah - and I found this Dance CD with Taylor Dane and La Bouche... what is going on here??? I remember sitting in the back seat of my parents Mazda or Volvo thinking ughh, I have to listen to this old stuff - and here I am doing the same thing!!! Of course the music on the radio today is very mature for wee ones. Mik was singing something about humps, junk in the trunk - whatever and I was chin to the floor - GOOD GRIEF!! I remember when Madonna was thought to be too mature, but nowadays it is worse than the Material Girl. Oh, and is the Farrah Fawcett look coming back - erghhh... All of these changes... strange.. So be it. Well, I guess that is the blubbery for today.