Midlife Musings

ETA:This post should be 3-5 sentences, so I am adding this blurb to tell you that I finally wrote about it 2 posts up from here. And to also point out that the post under this is fully four paragraphs long. Nonetheless, I do know the rules, and I forgot to check that this post was long enough, so I accept responsibility for that, and NOW, I think it is sufficient. I should be less busy.

In my new sweater that I made. It may be the sexiest sweater ev-ar. Thanks Ang., for the border design help. Ignore the no make-up thing I have going on with the face part of me. I was otherwise occupied.

Still here, still sane. Not like the crazy woman in the above picture. I don’t know what her problem is. And why does my hair blend into the background here?

I can’t believe I didn’t post here all week. I have some major stuff going on, and I’m just not that into blogging. I’ll be back, you can count on that Meanwhile, here’s what I look like today.

The vacation apparently continues. My modem went out on Wednesday, and my internet provider “shipped out a new one overnight” that evening. Still haven’t seen that sucker as I type this Saturday morning. However, I have a new cable provider as of Friday, along with cable TV.

However, now it is time to camp! Here’s a photo I took a few days ago, modeling a sweater I am knitting.

Hmm, it occurs to me that most of what you see here are my outstanding features. Oops. I had forgotten about that.

Saturday evening update:
Here is one my daughter took yesterday while we were eating smores.

My husband had just handed me a hot marshmallow, when the baby spilled ice cold drink in my lap. There wasn’t much I could do about either one, since my other hand was holding the bug spray. They enjoyed laughing at me while my leg twitched, though.

I got a new do!

We’re “camping” this weekend, which has turned out to mean that we sleep in the tents at night, split the cooking almost evenly between the grill and the electric appliances, and watch the races in the living room. It’s fun anyway, and here I am just a few minutes ago talking to dh, who was in the kitchen.

Ignore the mess in the background. I told you: I’m not really here, I’m camping.