with a twist ….

In her post today, Cara mentioned that things seem to be quiet in blogland. And it’s true, I’ve noticed it too and I’ve also been feeling it myself.

As the temperatures start to climb, I seem to have less and less to say. Well, that’s not exactly true, as you’ll find if you call me on the phone. I should say, I seem to have less and less inclination to type it all out. And it’s not that I don’t want to blog – I do! I do!! (you’re not getting rid of me that easily). Maybe having a hot laptop on my thighs is like knitting a woolen afghan.

All the sunshine and balmly breezes are making me a bit languid. A bit gin-and-tonics-on-the-porch-ish.

man, that sounds good.

and another thing – would it be wrong to have chocolate cake right before Ye Olde WW Weighe Inne?

apple of my eye!

Were you wondering where I’ve been?

My BFF Mary and her daughter (my god daughter) Claire came for a visit and to celebrate Claire’s 12th birthday! Happy Birthday Claire! We had a real girls’ weekend, complete with popcorn and Mr. Darcy. Claire is one of my all time favorites, with her sassy attitude and her sharp mind (I think she gets that from me!). Her Mom is tops in my book too.

Claire has recently taken up knitting and completed her first sock. I put together a knitting basket for her birthday. As if she couldn’t get any better, Claire also requested a spinning lesson and seems to be a natural – the girl is good! check out that spun fiber in her hands – that is the result of a quick mini lesson and about five minutes of spinning!

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I is for

Intense

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Poe has a crazy love affair going with his tennis ball. Any tennis ball actually. He gets really really crazy about it. He loves to have it thrown so he can run and catch it. No matter where I am or what I am doing, if he has this ball, he wants me to play too. When I am spinning, he will drop it on my feet, when I am in the bathtub, he plops it in there with me. This morning as I was swimming laps in the pool, he kept dropping it at either end.

What these pictures don’t capture is the high pitched whining, almost a hum and his quivering body. He vibrates with this thing!

He’s nuts. And he makes all of us nuts with the ball, until we get fed up and then have to hide it from him. At which point he trots all around the house, humming, quivering and sniffing. Sniffing, sniffing.

And then he finds it!

The only successful hiding spot is in the dog food bin.

I swear he’s part bloodhound.

and part pain in the ass