Gosh, it seems like months and months and months since I've been able to take my time deliberately putting together a blog post. I apologize that things have been a little half-hearted around here. I apologize for responding to emails as if it were the year 1900 and for not commenting on your blogs. Our internet mystery has finally been solved and corrected though... turns out the wires under the house were spliced in a million directions and were zip tied to the water lines so as soon as it got warm outside and the pipes started sweating they got all drippy and wet and non-functional. Makes sense, right? So anyway...
Whilst I was "away," miss Kate basically summed up everything I was feeling into a few excellent posts on her blog. You should go there and read them if you want to know what's been going on in my head. She's written about lost freedom and giving thanks for the perspective it lends (even though we don't have a cow), neighbors, being high on summer, and being active no-ers (to my friends and family- this is an explanation of why if you want to see me please invite yourself over because I'm talented at getting too caught up in our never ending chore list and forgetting to make plans- I promise to cook for you if you visit).
Well, that's all I have for now. I have a couple fleeces to pick through tonight. We took a trip over to Maryland's only fiber processing mill today and dropped off over 25 pounds of wool and alpaca fleece. I'm BEYOND excited to get it back all washed and carded. Some of it will even be turned into thick, lustrous rug yarn. And you know what else? The owner invited me to come back tomorrow night for a girly potluck dinner and spin-along. I'M GONNA LEARN TO SPIN! TOMORROW! (Unless I'm incapable. Which could very well be.)
*These photos are from our honeymoon to Berkeley Springs, WV. It's amazing there. Go. It's charming. We got a couples'-massage, swam in the roman bath-house, soaked our toes in George Washington's bathtub, went river tubing, and ate hot doughnuts made by a sweet lady named Vicki. Yeah.*
ps. Rita says this post should be titled ketchup instead. I sort of agree. But a ps-title is funnier.