In a world where it’s become progressively more difficult to differentiate between our daily papers of note and the supermarket tabloids, it’s hard not to agree with the sentiment expressed in this editorial in Sunday’s Chicago Tribune, “What would Harry Potter do?”
(Via Chappysmom.)
I had grand plans to take photos and to write about my most recent pair of socks and to show you the progress I’ve made on my market bag. But we’re already 40 minutes late leaving for our trip and I haven’t brushed my hair or put my clean clothes away or washed the last of the dishes. So I guess you’ll get knitting content next week.
In the meantime, I’ll be up at Falcon Ridge listening to some groovy tunes and hanging with friends.
Talk to you on Sunday or Monday…
When the balance ball you are sitting on pops, you will be grateful to have a big butt to cushion your fall, because you will find yourself on the floor before you realize the ball has popped.
I hate cleaning. Loathe it. And because I’m generally easy-going and lazy and can think of many nicer things to do than clean, I put it off. Unfortunately, Rudi is the same way.
Which means when we do need to clean, like before friends come to visit or a party or we go away for several days, it is a monumental effort.
Like right now.
Wednesday we head north for our annual folk music foray. Shelley and her family aren’t coming up until Friday morning, so we’ll be responsible for finding us a campsite and throwing stuff around to keep people from “stealing” the place where we’ll want to put the sun shelter and Shelley’s tent.
The good news is that for the (relatively) painless cost of cleaning up, we have the joy of knowing we’ll soon be seeing our friends and family.
It’s like they say:
New rear brakes for the car: $110
Four day camping tickets: $200
Seeing Erik, Eri, Eric, Shelley, Mike, Dasch, Reesie, Mum, Dad, and Gramma: Priceless
Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?
Your in-depth results are:
Hufflepuff – 17
Ravenclaw – 13
Gryffindor – 11
Slytherin – 6
I’m off to the Eastern Shore in the morning for a day with my best friend, Karen, whose down from Rhode Island with her family for their annual summer rental.
I have never been to the beaches of Maryland and I’m looking forward to seeing both them and Karen. I miss her tremendously and am delighted we’ll get to spend the afternoon together. Far too short a visit, as always, but so much better than nothing!
(Oh, and Rudi and I finished Half-Blood Prince tonight. All set for Friday night!)