To combat this, I took Tollipop's advice and stocked up paper.
But my excitement comes after I gather all the metal rods off the floor. Tonight, I am hosting my newly acquired knitting group for dinner. My friend and I found this recipe at Whole Foods and tonight is the night.
And hopefully I will graduate from scarf making to bag making. Baby steps. I can see myself now, beside my non-existent mending table, whipping off a pair of socks. Or even better "darning" them. What is darning anyway?
Story time will be spent with Clara the rhinoceros, with a little Alvin Ho thrown in for good measure.
On Monday, we watched the race. But we, unlike so many others were able to attend our festive cook out. We felt somber dipping our chips, and like a jerk thinking about what a fun day it was. And it was. It is one of the best days to be in Boston ever. But we cheered, and then left. Mile 24 is our spot, and we have a system now. We go to one of the greatest bookstores in the world, and then poke out to wave the top finishers on. And then for some strange reason, that I do not understand we got to crawl into our beds and others did not. It's not fair.
PS. The font inconsistencies are not intentional. Thank you for your understanding.