I thought that if I gave the
Evil ZigZag Tank Top a little excitement, progress might look up. After all, the ZZ Top had noticed that people's socks got to go on many adventures, and much further afield than she did. In fact, the ZZ Top was all excited to go to the kid's regatta on Centre Island on Friday ( Canada Day) but I was feeing distinctly under the weather so instead the top got this.
No scenic photos of the ZZ Top with the wind blowing through it's cotton on the Ferry. No river side pose under the willows. You'd think that lying low on Friday meant quiet knitting - but no, it was noted that books were read instead. The ZZ Top was unimpressed, languishing in it's
stuffy comfy little bag.
A quick trip to the local outdoor pool did nothing to raise her spirits (although the number of her rows did increase...a little)
Sitting on the foundation of the mud oven was something the ZZ Top wouldn't tolerate.
She is a city girl sort of top - not an earthy- get -that -close -to -dirt kinda top. We would have gotten farther along on the foundation but as I said Friday I was weak as a kitten, without the will to dig. And there wasn't even any chocolate in the house to make me feel better. Harry Potter, let it be noted, got chocolate to help him recover from his run-in with The Dementors, a fact that was duly ignored by my unsympathetic family, who went out for ice-cream while I was napping!
Now where was I? - oh yes! - The mud oven foundation. Feeling better on Saturday ( and fortified by very good Dark Belgian Chocolate with Almonds) we went full steam ahead on the foundation. It was not smooth sailing however. There were many lilac stands and their humongous roots to deal with. And then the stones. All I can say is - holy fuck! This is heavy work and we didn't have nearly as many stones as we needed. So after an after dinner round of Iron Chef - Battle: Ice-Cream ( japanese version )
we went down to the lake for more rocks. The ZZ Top didn't come along. (Suck it up, ZZ Top, you wouldn't have liked it)
I admit I've been a bad blogger yet again but it's summer and I've been OUTSIDE. I wait all year to be OUTSIDE and I'm not going to miss a moment of it. I didn't even follow up with pictures from the Lad's grad. It was wonderful. It was hot. The valedictorian sobbed through the entire second half of her speech. Who could blame her? These kids have just spent 10 years together in this little class. Sadly, the shot of him receiving his diploma didn't turn out. Here he is with his grandma. He stoicly kept his suit jacket on throughout the dinner and ceremony and it was 31'C. And no, the ZZ Top didn't get to go there, either. It was dark in the gym and after all, she's not a sock