Near my house are two lovely little pastures, each of which are occuppied by a two lovely herds of cows. I enjoy watching these pastures, and seeing the goings on of the cows, watching their little ones play and frolic, watching calfs that are way to old to still be nursing trying to get to their mother’s udders. Its a little piece of happiness in a very hectic world. Recently in one herd a lovely gray donkey showed up. He was very sweet. He’d hang out with the cows, eat the grass, and was a very lovely addition to my little patch of happiness. But as soon as he appeared, he’s disappeared, and I’d like to know who took my donkey away! Its been upsetting me the past week, I keep craning my neck and nearly causing many accidents by swerving all over the road looking for my donkey.
I finished my Shetland Faroese Garden shawl on Tuesday, no pictures yet, will hopefully block it this weekend ifI’m not stuck at my office preparing the attorneys for depositions all weekend. I started the Tamarix blanket, but have not gotten very far. The hopes of getting this done before the baby is born are completely thwarted, not only has my knitting time been diminished substantially by the fact my in-laws bought Nick and I a Wii system for our upcoming 14th wedding anniversary, and I’m completely obsessed with the balance board and playing the obstacle course on Wii Fit Plus, but the baby decided that it didn’t want to wait another 5 weeks to be born. She hasn’t made her grand arrival yet, but it is iminent, and the doctors have decided to not stop the labor since it has progressed too far. The poor woman has been in labor since Monday night. She’s stalled out right now, but they expect the baby will still be born sooner rather than later.
Its unearthly hot here, as it is in much of the country, so I’m glad I work in a frigid office building. But boy do I feel bad for all those who don’t, including my husband. I hope you all stay cool and drink lots of water, and if you see my donkey around, could you please send him back to his lovely little pasture. I certainly miss him.