I bought the gorgeous blue-green wool at Quarter Stitch in NO before we embarked. It reminded me of my mom, so originally I thought it would be for her. But as I listened to the sharing and tears and honesty, I knit those stories into it. And I knew I couldn't give it away. Now it stays on my home altar in my library room where I try to do my morning prayers each day.
Josie is my perky princess. When I look into her eyes and tell her love things, she says, "Yes! Yes! What else! where are we going? What are we doing next!? I will lick your nose!"
Boudreaux is my lover. When I look into his eyes and tell him loves, he just loves me back. The sweetest, sweetest face.
We had a candidate on campus Friday. It was in the eighties and very humid. Echhh. Not the best impression (though not an untrue one).
As of this morning, it was 37 degrees F.
I am reveling in it...it will not last very long!
Ken's best friend and mentor (in many ways including musically) came to visit this weekend. And to take away the 1955 Chevy truck chassis that has been in Ken's possesion for the last 20 years; and in our back yard for the last 9 years. He has an auto shop (in addition to being a practicing attorney) and it is much more appropriate for the Chevy to live there as it gets rehabbed. And it might actually get done there!
We had a great visit. Grilled steaks and veggies. Mmm! And port for me.
There was much car talk. Not my best topic for scintillating contributions.
While giving them guy time, I finished reading Marisa de los Santos' Belong to Me. Truly a wonderful piece of fiction.
I'm finding I still want to do a lot of weekend napping, which I need to work against. At least not the WHOLE weekend.
Have some late projects to finish up on. Must go and do that before work...where I have other late (and new) projects!
I've been referring to my Far West Sister and my Near West Sister. The qualifiers are regarding their proximity to ME...not how far west in Texas they live. None of us are anywhere NEAR to "Far West Texas."
Completing the series from my Far West sister, here is the Fantastic Nephew. His mom says: "Saxon looks like he's being mauled by a goat - but actually, he's helping the goat get to the leaves on the hackberry tree."
(Baseball Playing Nephew hollering in the background.) This is at their house in town (yes, really!) As is this one.
They live in town during the school-week and go to their ranch home (which is WAY ranchy) on the weekends.
My Near West Sister, I don't have any pictures of. She also lives in the countryside. When I was there last weekend, her three big (BIG!) wild dogs got out (my fault) and RAN to the neighbor's house. We were both running like maniacs, and trying to catch them (hahahaha) and she was yelling, "Don't let Jasper kill a chicken! He's a chicken killer!" The neighbor's yard was full of chickens, turkeys (really!) and I think guinea hens.
AS. IF. ! I could stop any of those dogs from doing anything at that point! It only took us 20 minutes or so to catch the lunging beasts. OMG.
OK, and I do live in Texas, but it's ever so much more a town existence. My dogs are Maltese, and if they met a chicken they would be smaller than it. The cat, now...
I have no goats or other livestock (except we think there's a raccoon in the attic)...
There is no cactus in my yard. But there are birds and roses and trees!