I’ve got wordlock. I’m freaking out because my Mom is having surgery on Friday. SIL is having surgery on Thursday. A friend has popped off the map because of surgery.
I think if I try to type a post, I’ll just end up with more babbling than usual so I’m going to fill you in on the past week with mostly pictures and partially words.
Also, my English, not so much lately.
Tom took me golfing, twice this week. Only 9 holes each time. I shot a 76 on Thursday but, again, half the amount of holes for a full round. I’ll just stick with saying “I shot a 76”, ‘k?
More squash. After 3 days of rain, the fence buckled and we had to harvest our biggest yet. I don’t want them to grow this big, it’s just that when I check ’em they’re too small (less than 7″) and then, POOF!, they’re too big. 3 lbs. 4 oz. too big. And a Rocky Cucumber. Just another “this might be fun to grow” choice. They’re for pickling and I’m going to the Farmers’ Market, today, to pick up full sour garlic brine. I don’t have the time or brain power, right now, to fiddle with my own brining.
The sheeps, they’re scared.
I brought no sheep with me when I went to get my hair “foiled”.
Tom’s a lucky guy, no?
And, finally, my Ravelympics sweater.
Here’s progress as of August 10th.
And as of last night, I’m this far. It’s still on the needle so it’s pulling a bit at the bottom.
That’s all folks. I’m trying not to shut down completely. If you’ve got any extra prayers they’d be much appreciated.