We did make it to the fair last night. And it didn't even rain while we were there. Carl got to talk to the Shopsmith guy, who didn't impress me even a little bit when he explained that the manual comes in two languages: English for the men, and pictures for the women. Little did he know that Carl just bought one of their machines a couple of weeks ago for his dad at an auction for $175.
I think Carl agreed that the butter cow scene is kind of creepy this year. Otherwise we mostly visited the political tents and collected free pencils. And we did make it to Judy Baar Topinka's party.
As we were driving home I saw a giant streak of lightning to the west and was thankful we were almost home. We had nice storms move through, but the heat index is going to be 105 today anyway.
Yesterday at lunch I managed to get some work going on the dishcloth I'm knitting. I learned how to purl! Today I have to go pick up Carl's bday present (yes, it's late but he just told me this morning what he wants!), so no knitting for me. Tonight we're going to an auction, so I should get some work in then.
Alice woke me up in bed again this morning. She had crawled up the covers, I guess. Anyway, she was laying right next to me, snoring.
I am so far behind in laundry it's pathetic. Hoping to take the bike out for a ride this weekend. Maybe Sunday, the high is 80 for that day.
Listening to: Paul Simon - Slip Slidin'
Drinking: Caffeine Free Diet Coke (I know...what's the point?)
Reading: www.sewingworld.com