Weekends are full of picnics and parties, good food and friends. Plentiful flowers to plunk on tables for decorations and the smell of the grill making the whole hilltop hungry. And if I am really lucky~ a bit of time in the shade of the trees, crochet hook in hand.
It must be summer.
We hosted a 4th of July bash this weekend. Six parents. Sixteen children. Having swirling, circling sparklers in the hands of that many rowdy, excited children gives a whole new level of danger to the holiday devoted to setting fire to explosives for fun. In order to keep grabby hands filled, Matt took to lighting a handful of sparklers at a time. Seems men, like children, have low/no regard for danger. No one was hurt or burned or stabbed by sparkling sticks though and for that I was/am grateful.
My sister had two emergency foster children living a sad story and at one point in the dark of that evening, as one of the girls sat on Matt's lap around the bonfire eating S'mores, I overheard her say to herself "This is the best night of my whole life." And my heart ached for that poor little girl because it probably was. What a sad, sad thing. My heart just aches for those people who are not as fortunate as we have grown so accustomed to forgetting we are.
The next day was a Bocce ball tournament and more S'mores (it is a sad life we lead) at the other Newmans' and Sunday, I forced myself to do nothing but linger long. And, of course, crochet.
I've been hoping to finish this bridal shawl for some time now and it keeps getting put off. I brought it out Sunday afternoon and found I have much further to go than I thought. 10 more rows in fact. But, if I can finish two rows a day than I can be done by the end of the week. I'll be happy to have it done. I have a few other projects I've been itching to begin but forcing myself not to until the shawl is finally done. This is not usually my way of things, but I am tired of half-finished projects lying about.
I have plenty to do this week~ and with two days of severe thunderstorms in the forecast (today and tomorrow)...I might just be able to tackle the serious bit of cleaning and purging I must do upstairs and in the school room. I refuse to allow the school room to look like the chaotic mess it always does during the school year when we are not even doing school!