in which Annie wakes at 4:00 ayem, and the day goes downhill from there.
No, actually, the day wasn’t that bad. But I did wake this morning before Carolyn, and did have not quite as restful a day as I was hoping. Although having Hannah and Eric bring me coffee (“made with LOVE, Mommy!”) in my project room was very nice.
We ended up taking the dogs to a huge farm in Oldham County (about 30 minutes away) to let them run. About four acres had been planted with sunflowers, and it was a bird paradise. I haven’t seen that many yellow finches in one place in my life. We walked the perimeter of three of the larger fields, and since it took about two hours, I’m estimating we walked about 3-4 miles. Which doesn’t sound like a lot for two hours until you figure that we were chasing both dogs and both kids (well, no, actually I was carrying Luke on my back for most of it). Luke is up to 26 pounds now (at three years old), but felt more like forty…
So that ear of roasted corn and one roll I had last night at dinner were sufficiently paid for. It’s exciting to be on track with losing weight…and those extra pounds I want to lose by Christmas all of a sudden seem like they just might be achievable. Who’dve’thunkit?
I need to bind off my square for the Fairy Godmother and get it ready to send to Jola Gayle tomorrow morning. I wasn’t sure I’d finish it, but the hour I got to knit at the coffee shop today made it happen. And the best part is that I got the needles I needed for my next project! More details on that tomorrow.
OK, time to go to work. Busy doesn’t even come close to describing my week next week, and we still have to prepare for traveling to DMIL’s for the Scandanavian Festival on Sunday. Sigh. At least it will mean tons of knitting time in the car!