Sometimes, morning rolls around too soon. I spent yesterday goofing off, and will likely spend today goofing off with the girls and cleaning the house (it's really amazing to me how 3 little kids can create a tsunami of toys, books, clothes, and whatnot in their wake.) Emily is still battling this nasty little stomach bug that has been making its rounds, and I hope she'll kick that soon (pleeease!)
I have to figure out what I'm knitting for gifts this winter (likely socks. If you're among the loved... you're likely getting hand-knit luxe socks. Act surprised.) If you see someone in the commons cafe this fall, reading and knitting a sock... that's likely me. I also might be in the library... so that could be me as well.
I really should have coffee prior to blogging.
Reid (the now exboyfriend but still friend) and I drove out to Rim Rock in the National Forest (it's on Rt. 59 heading toward Warren from Bradford). What a spectacular view (it is also the photo above.) Oh, and there also happen to be wild blueberry plants on the little walk to the overlook. I got one ripe berry; I suspect bears perhaps ate the rest. I haven't gathered wild blues since I was a kid; when we used to pick them during summer camp on Prospect Hill (in Waltham, Massachusetts.) I miss the places I grew up... especially since this weekend is our annual reunion on the beach, and I can't go :(
