The impact of weather. I walk on the boardwalk and see someone that I see walking there often. Warm sun and cool breezes. "Isn't the weather glorious?", we say. A distant memory. The weather has not been glorious. The weather has been awful. The Weather Channel said this morning that 10 out of the past 14 weekends were considered to be bad weather. Well this weekend was another one. The squash blossoms are filled with water and rotting on the vine. August was so hot and humid that I often didn't want to venture outside. It was too hot to walk even at 7:00 PM.
Well today was another one of those days. And after being cooped up for so long, we said -no more- and headed to the beach. Actually we have been at the beach for the past two weekends, not to sunbathe, no, you can't sunbathe when it is raining. We were there to watch the big surf brought on by the hurricanes.
The undertow is severe. But a few brave souls, daredevils, lifeguards, were out surfing today and I had a ball photographing them.
The birds were happy on the beach and are always fascinating to watch.
As we were leaving and my husband was rinsing off his feet, a bird approached the faucet we were using. We helped him out.
On the knitting front, I finally finished the edging on the Aestlight Shawl. No, it was not fun and I've made many shawls that I consider fun all the way to the end. I just didn't like this one. I never got my rhythm going with the edge pattern and always had to refer to the chart and lordy it was slow-going. Finally Friday night I made it to the halfway point and knew I just had to keep persevering. Saturday my Boku yarn arrived for the Mitred Quilt I will be making. OK, I admit it. I started it before finishing Aestlight, but I told myself ~~focus on the shawl~~finish the shawl~~ (insert hypnotizing music here). And this morning I finished it. She is now soaking in the sink and I will block her tonight. Relief. I think I'll take a break from making shawls as this is the third one I've made this summer. Phew.
School is quickly approaching. I don't forget this for a minute. I wish school for me was just a transition to another arena, another place to spend the day. It is not. School is the source of much anxiety. Of trying to make 8 disturbed children happy, or at least happier so that I can be happier. School is doing too many things at once and constant interruptions. School is like having 8 children and never feeling that you are giving any one of them enough. So now that I've totally psyched myself up for the start of school, I think I'll knit.
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