What a whirlwind the past week. The garden has been neglected as the only time I was home to work on it, it was either raining or too hot to want my fair skin out in the sun.
Last Monday, eldest continued on the high lifter, staining high parts of the house while I worked on removing screens, staining the windows that tilt inside, passing supplies out the window from the upstairs to him on the lifter bucket. We moved the lifter as night fell up to the gravel of the driveway before the predicted rain was due.
Tuesday, being Independence Day in the USA, the historic house, Smithfield House, where I go to spin in costume, held a 4 hour celebration of the day with hourly cannon fire, apple pie contest, reading of the Fincastle Resolution and the Declaration of Independence, re-enactors, the blacksmith, weavers, spinners, tours, and fun by all.
Wednesday it rained and we stayed home with the grands, getting them to their evening Taekwondo classes.
Thursday, they were loaded in our car and off we drove east nearly 3 hours to meet youngest son and his family who drove west about 3 hours and met in Charlottesville to let the cousins play, us to get some snuggle time and to visit with our son and his wife for a late morning, lunch, and early afternoon before the trips were reversed back to our respective homes.
The car time allowed knitting time as I rode passenger and good progress was made on the fingerless mitts to go with the Fiesta hat from the playful handspun yarn. The second mitt was finished yesterday. The set has been uploaded to my shop for sale.
Friday was laundry and get my act together day as Saturday, Jim and I were taking off in opposite directions for the weekend. He left on the BBH for a very long ride with his club. They went way west in the state to various sights and parks and to overnight in a hotel in Norton, Virginia. I got the groceries for the week purchased, brought home and put away and then took off north to eldest son’s house. They were not home when I got there, though their car’s were, so I settled in the cool quiet and knitted on the second mitt and spun on a drop spindle. Finished a novel I had been reading, but it wasn’t worth a review or the time spent reading it.
Sunday, their young one had archery day at the Isaac Walton League facility and I went with daughter in law to watch that while son went with another group from the league to pick up trash from the road into their community. Sunday afternoon, son, young one, and I drove south about an hour and a half to the American Shakespeare Center’s Blackfriar’s theater to see Love’s Labors Lost in that wonderful setting, the second one that I have had the opportunity to see this summer. We were fortunate to be seated on three of the Gallants’ stools, the 12 stools on the side edges of the stage. It was such a great experience, being right there in the action, seeing the facial expressions, having lines spoken directly to you.
After a couple of days and nights away, a drive home early this morning to help with the summer’s swim lessons for the grands and back to the “normal” routine here, I am worn out. As I went out to secure the hens and pullets near dark, my one little pullet that wants a nightly hug awaited me outside the coop. In the several years of raising chickens, she is the first that wants to be handled.
Though the rest of the week is supposed to be record hot, I hope to get the yard mowed, the chicken runs trimmed with the string trimmer, the garden weeded, the onions and garlic pulled and cured and perhaps some other veggies that may have matured in our week of travel and chaos.