I Didn’t Take My Camera
Summer continues. I have no new projects, but my WIPs keep getting longer. I’ve started sewing a robe for my husband. No, I’m not knitting him one–I must turn in my Diehard Knitter card. A little bit of self-awareness informed me that I haven’t the staying power needed to knit a robe for a 6’5" tall man. As it turns out, I need all my endurance just to knit him big-ass socks.
For the 4th of July, Matt, Dave, Linnea, and I all went to Lake Ray Hubbard for barbeque and boating. Except for a small meal break (mmm… fried catfish), we spent all day on the water. I rode the SeaDoo as much as possible and was dragged around the lake on a giant inner-tube thing. I flew off the tube with a dramatic splash and the boat had to come pick me up. Then everyone else had to take a turn falling off the tube because it looked like so much fun (it really was fun). There is a moment though, after you fall off, when you see the boat continuing to speed down the lake, that you wonder if your friends actually will come back for you.
No fresh pictures this post. I considered taking my camera yesterday. But when a bunch of people are hanging around in swimsuits, a photographer is their greatest enemy. Sorry. Here’s a picture from a couple of years ago of Matt and me in front of the Liberty Bell.
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