Things are a little smoother at home. I'm sleeping better with my darling boy off in Baltimore, no snoring. My daughter still treats me like a senile, bloodhound who is sniffing around trying to figure out what's going on, despite there being no need for it.
Some days I resemble a senile bloodhound to be sure. I can't keep up and nor do I want to.
This weekend should perk me up. 1. It's not going to be HOT. 2. I have lots of free time to do things I like, such as Farmer's Market and dance class and possible Kathy's Knit Korner to sit and knit for awhile.
I have some cleaning to do, some sleep to catch up on, and hours of time to decide what I want to do with myself
It's training for the empty nest you know.
Marc's socks have been really grumping me today. I turned the heel successfully. Third time's a charm! but now I have knit the cuff without ribbing all around so I will frog it back to the join of the instep and sole and try again.
Sigh!
Formerly known as My Mid Life Crisis From Hell. But then I figured out that even though I was in Mid Life it didn't feel much like a crisis. The new name comes from the Greek word hybris, means “excessive pride.” In Greek tragedy, hubris is often viewed as the flaw that leads to the downfall of the tragic hero. Life just feels like it's one big school to teach us not to be so full of ourselves. Or shit.
Blog's I Adore
About Me
- Menopausal Death Crone
- P-Town, Northwest, United States
- Apologies and thanks to Annie Lamott for thinking of the most appropriate name for me, before I did.
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