August
August, my favorite and one of my least favorite months. Favorite! Elaine and I were married in August. That worked out pretty well. Our son was born in August. I have many friends who have birthdays in August. As a child, my parents took my brothers and me on vacation in August. My first camping trip with Elaine started in July but ended in August.
That was truly a bittersweet camping experience. Elaine and I were camping with another couple watching an incredible lightning show to the south. It was raining pretty hard on us but we were able to open the tent and watch the show. We packed up the next morning and drove home to find that the lightning show we were watching produced the Big Thompson flood of 1976. July 31st-August 1st.
I usually have a birthday in August. OK, I always have a birthday in August. I’m planning to let it go by and take an extended weekend in a while. I’ve had a few birthdays; they remind me school is about to start.
As I mentioned, Elaine and I will celebrate our anniversary in August, forty-four years. Elaine was checking train schedules, hotels, and destinations last night on dinner. I think she wants to go somewhere.
Least favorite, August means summer was/is/will be coming to a close. Kids will be going back to school. Although I haven’t been in school in more than a few years, I still feel the anxiety of going back. School should be something that is eased into. Start after Labor Day with optional attendance and slide into attending mandatory classes sometime after Christmas. I changed my thoughts on that after having my own children, by the way.
It seems strange not being wrapped up in the Hot August Knits Yarn Crawl. I can’t speak for the rest of the family, but I haven’t missed it. Without a brick-and-mortar store, I don’t need to drive into town to take a nap. I can take my Saturday nap on my own couch watching my TV.
As I have stated, I can’t speak for the rest of the family, who may or may not enjoy Hot August Knits napping as much as I did/do.
That doesn’t mean my job at Your Daily Fiber is less strenuous. Every day upon arriving home from my construction career, I am asked to put (forced) to put boxes into the storage containers. Not all of the boxes contain fiber-related stuff. Recently, Elaine has been buying new accessories for her art show booth. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention some of the recent boxes contained roving. It hasn’t all been stuff for Elaine, but it is heavy and I need to deal with it.
Keeping it short today. I need to take care of a few things if I’m taking a train ride later in the month. Buy yarn, I need to buy myself a birthday present.
Our crazy lives!
Monner
