No, that’s not a typo. Any of you who have exchanged more than pleasantries with me probably have realized that I have a rather stream of consciousness style of writing, thinking and conversing.
Here’s the unvarnished truth. One of the fur-girls needed to patrol the perimeter in the wee hours of the morning. I obliged. They came back in – why yes, only one awakened me but they’re a dynamic duo – and were fast asleep before I settled in. Three hours later, my mind finally let go and let me sleep for a bit…
… and I was late to work because I over-slept. I’m not at all sure that dry shampoo stuff works, and it gummed up my hairbrush. Has anyone else tried it? (But my hair looked nice last night. Thanks rain and humidity, for respecting the need for good meeting hair.)
Anyway, I lack the ability to be cohesive today, so you get the whole jumble of thoughts tumbling around in my sleep-deprived, not such a good hair day head.
Happy birthday, Grace!! You’re but one of the women I’ll have with me in spirit when I hit the Fall Fiber Festival this weekend. I’m looking forward to hanging out with Amy on Sunday, having a cider donut, doing some stash enhancing and some gift shopping. You know… souveniers for some friends who couldn’t join me?
Let me know if you’re going to be there Sunday too. I have no idea what I’ll be wearing and if you haven’t seen me in the last couple of months… I hope you’ll recognize me. My hair is lighter and so am I. Maybe I’ll get photos up one of these days, but don’t hold your breath. I don’t mean to be hard to get along with… it just goes against my nature to say, “Take a picture of me, will you?!” I’m too busy hugging, giggling, and letting my stream of consciousness spill all over the place to let you know what I look like these days…
More streaming. Lanesplitter (a knitted skirt) is done, but needs a bath and blocking. I still have two insanely special, wonderful gifts I need to get photos of so you can ooh and ahhh over them too.
Last night’s meeting was “the best ever”. Those aren’t my words, but I heard them enough after the meeting that I believe it. I get no credit at all; my powerpoint show was prepared by someone else and I simply presented on the historian’s behalf, and the bylaws changes were approved painlessly because I read from the script my dear friend, our stellar president, had prepared for me… with my “parts” highlighted in PANK. The first meeting of the year really is like a homecoming. We get to catch up, there’s much hugging, and it’s truly a fun, happy evening. I am truly blessed to be a part of such a dynamic, powerful group of women, and it is a real honor to be part of the leadership team.
What’s on your weekend agenda?