Relaxing
It’s been a relaxing kind of Sunday, so even if I don’t have bags of new wool to play with like some other people I know, at least I’m refreshed to start the work week tomorrow.
The exciting events here at Chappy’s house today? Let’s see. I got up this morning, and while my oatmeal simmered on the stove, mixed up a pound cake–which took about 40 minutes to assemble and an hour and a quarter to bake. (Thanks, Amy!)
I did some seaming on my Mystery Project, which is now 98% finished. But still, I can’t show you pictures.
Mom and I took Chappy for a nice, long, Sunday walk. The weather was beautiful–closer to 60 degrees than 70, so a little too cool to sit outside, but perfect for walking.
I finished my book du jour and started a new one . . . I’m currently on a Dick Francis kick. He writes a decent mystery, but my favorite part of almost all of his books is the hero. All the ones I can think of are told in first person, and his main character is always just such a great guy. Regardless of the age or background, they seem remarkably alike, if only because they always come across as smart, resourceful, decent, helpful men. (Frankly, I would love to meet a man who embodied a Dick Francis hero–having someone like Kit Fielding in my life would be so, so nice.) They’re not the most challenging reads, mind you, which is why I’ve been going through them like water this weekend, and there’s a limit to how many I can read in any given jag, but still. They’re entirely enjoyable while they last.
And, pretty much, that’s about it.
We did have an awfully pretty sunset last night, though.
Oh, and for the record, I’m exactly forty and a half years old today. It’s my "half-birthday." When we were little, Mom always made a point of wishing my sister and me a happy half-birthday. And, of course, when you’re little being able to say you’re five and a half is just so much better than a measly five…. I mean, it’s not like there were gifts or anything, although she’d usually make a point to make something the "half-birthday-girl" liked for supper, and there was one year when she gave me half a birthday card . . . but anyway, for whatever reason, the date "stuck" and it’s something I always think of on May 6th–that I’m half a year older than I was…. funny, though, how that’s not quite such a comfort as it was when I was five!
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Happy Half birthday!
I think that is cool…love your sunset! beautiful!
Hmm, I haven’t ever read a Dick Francis, but now I’m intrigued. Happy half birthday! Gosh, I guess that means that MY half birthday is coming up soon, eh?
What a great idea - half birthday! I, too, am not as excited as I was many years ago, to add the “1/2″ to my age.
Several years ago fellow readers kept trying to push Dick Francis books on me and finally gave me a grocery bag full of them. I took them, but really wasn’t into horses or racing, so thought I’d keep the bag awhile and then give it back. I got sick and started reading them and loved them for the simple entertainment. I found that his later ones didn’t seem to be as good, so haven’t read any for the last 7-8 years.
Your sunset is beautiful.
Pat
I’d rather not think about the half-year thing. I was talking to someone the other day and I said, “Look, as a forty-year-old woman. No, wait. Am I 40 yet? Let’s see….2007 and 1968 and my birthday passed in March, so… well, I’m either 39 or 40. Anyway—”
See, if I can’t keep track of the whole years, the half years are bound to slide by me. (September 15 is my half-year, I do remember that.)
Happy Half B-day! How appropriate to read Dick Francis on Kentucky Derby weekend.
That sounds like a perfectly delightful day! Even if I didn’t get new yarn, either.
That’s a gorgeous sunset. Breathtaking, even.
Ah! Dick Francis. One of my favorite authors, too. So easy to read and the stories take you away to a totally different place. Speaking of different places, may I recommend “The Land of Mango Sunsets” by Dorothea Benton Frank? With Mother’s Day coming up, you might find this especially tender - we all have or had mothers and many are mothers themselves. Yes, some of us are dog mothers, like you and me. Let me know if you read this book and enjoy it.
Tressa
Happy Half-Birthday!
That sounds like my kind of weekend! The sunset was gorgeous! And I love the half birthday idea! Before a certain age, seems we want that older age and after? Well you know:)I must catch up on blog reading, again, I’ve fallen behind. See why I can’t handle books yet?;)
What a beautiful picture, and your fiber festival for one sounds like a great idea. Hmmm, maybe I need to do that.