“Good morning Vietnam!” Ooops – wrong movie. “I love the smell of napalm in the morning.” Nope, still not right. “Good morning! Good mor-r-r-ning! We’ve talked the whole night through. Good morning, good morning, to you!” Well, Fred Astaire, Donald O’connor and what’s-her-name are a lot closer to my state of mind.
It’s raining, so I don’t have to drag the hose around the yard giving drinks to all the green things. I will, however, trip lightly through the dripping grass to harvest a Perfume Delight rose that has just opened up. I could just about BATHE in the scent. And this bush seems relatively hardy in spite of the blight of blackspot, so I would heartily recommend it to anyone who wants a perfectly rose-pink rose with perfectly swoony rose fragrance.
I breakfasted on fresh tea and left-over biscotti (Bless you Tamara!) and am wide awake and cheerful, with minimal clean-up necessary. I have a list of errands as long as my arm (if I write big) but they should be speedily completed, and by two, I hope to be spinning.
I have left my boring white sweater (size 3 needles) to languish while I play with my vivid, handspun chevron, knit from the neck down sweater. Stripes. (Yipes!) in shades of pale blue, aqua, sea-green, mossy green, fir green, pink, plum, HOT PINK, and chrome yellow. (I really do need a camera) Yeah, it’s so loud you can hear it coming a block away. When I’m working at home in the blue depths of winter, I can pull on this sweater and be cheered and cozied. Heck, I might even wear it to the jail when I take the GED tests to the inmates. A jolt of color might be welcome. And God knows that testing room gets chilly. The thermostat there has two settings. On, and off. Over the course of a two hour test, the temperature goes from 60 to 80 to 60 again.
Biggest job for today, (after getting the bonbons mailed to beloved father-in-law) is editing the galleys on the book and sending in the corrections. Sooner done, the sooner we hit press. I’ll just get dressed and get into it!
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That sweater sounds noisy indeed. Do you tutor the inmates or just give them the tests?
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