In my humble opinion, all knitting should take place in the great outdoors by a nice campfire.
Big photo update tomorrow when I have more time to sift through the photos from the weekend.
Today I turned 28. I’m really not a fan of birthdays, but all-in-all so far today hasn’t been so bad. The niece and I have had quite the day so far. This morning I finished the icing for my birthday cake (I made Alicia’s go-to birthday cake recipe, though mine hasn’t turned out quite as pretty as her cakes always do), and then we got dressed and went to the fair to ride some rides and see some animals. After a very exhausting time going from this ride to that and fighting the ‘I wants’ we then hit the pool, where you can see I plopped myself on a lounger and read while I relaxed and soaked up some sun.
Overall, a nice way to usher in year 28. And now I feel like I need a nap, but there’s dinner to come up with and a house to clean before I have a little 4th of July shindig at the house (where there shall be more hanging out and swimming) tomorrow. And snacks to make for watching fireworks.
I think I’m going to need a vacation from my vacation. :-/
Over-packed, under-planned, and sunburnt with sore feet: that’s how I travel.
We took a trip this weekend, my Mr, his son, and I. We made our way north to the big mitten (Michigan) for a little knitting get-together in a park in Ann Arbor. It turned out to be a fantastic day for it – warm but not too warm, a perfect breeze, plus lots of food and booze and yarn, of course.
That was… pretty much the highlight of the weekend. The rest of the trip ended up being such a huge disaster. I didn’t plan as well as I should have. We never really traveled anywhere when I was a kid, so it’s not like I have a good background in how to plan a trip or anything. I never really sat down and said “ok, we’re here x days, and this is going on x day and this other thing doesn’t open until x time” to really plan things out and just figured we’d wing it (which is really quite the complete opposite of this control freak’s nature).
Yeah. Epic disaster, and I feel like I wasted what could have been a nice weekend with my boys.
That’ll teach me to relax on my obsessive need to plan ever again. Also, I have very few pictures from the whole weekend, which also teaches me that I need to find a better balance between ‘being present’ and taking time to capture memories for the photo albums at home.
(On a brighter note, I took some much-needed time to get some creative juices going and did a quick little redesign on the blog. It didn’t make up for the crappy trip, but messing with code was a bit therapeutic and my mood is a bit brighter now!)
This picture probably doesn’t look like much. But from the knees down, my jeans are soaked.
Today I had a whole new experience: riding my motorcycle in the rain. I assure you it wasn’t intentional. And I worked myself up way too much over it throughout the day, dreading the moment I had to get back on the bike and face the music (or, rather, the raging storms that were blowing across my route home).
It took a lot of courage to get on that bike. And it took even more courage to start heading down the road. And then it took a whole new level of courage to not pull over as soon as the rain drops started pelting my face (Um, yeah, I need a new helmet. This little half one is great for around town, not for longer distances). And you know what? It wasn’t that bad! Nice, even!