Lazy days of summer

Ahh. . . I've enjoyed a couple of lazy days of summer this weekend. Yesterday felt like mid-summer--hot and sweaty. Today was more of an Indian summer day, cool and sunny.

Yesterday was the big subdivision yard sale. Jonathan set up a Kool-Aid stand and earned enough money to buy a toy he'd found on eBay. I sat outside and tried to teach myself how to make felted spa soap. I've got it down, but need to work harder to get the wool yarn I wrapped over the roving to felt. (Easy to make: wrap woolen roving--that's fiber that's been washed and combed and is ready to spin--around a bar of soap. Wet it slightly with hot water and the roving felts--shrinks to fit-- to the soap. I've added a step of wrapping colorful wool yarn around it and that's what I'm having difficulty with. I've not agitated the yarn's fibers enough to get them to adhere to the wool. When you're finished, you've got a bar of soap with the washcloth already attached.). Once I figure out how to post pictures (lazy. . . haven't tried it yet), I will show you. The 4-H group will be at the Farmer's Market in September, and I think the soap might sell well.

I started my Colbert Square. Since I had such fun knitting the Pratchgan square, I decided to do a square for a red, white and blue afghan a group of Colbert fans on Ravelry are putting together. I'm doing a red one in a pattern called Midwest Moonlight.

Today I was even lazier than yesterday. I took a nap this afternoon and it felt good. Mmmmmm, I love naps. I also finished reading The Lace Reader. I really enjoyed it. It was a fascinating story with a twist at the end.

It'll be time soon to get the middle schooler headed for bed. He came home Thursday, the first day, and said, "This was the best first day of middle school ever!" I am so glad he liked it; I knew he would. The only close-to-negative things he's said about it is that the bus comes waaayyy too early (it does), it was hot riding the bus home and he's bummed about being the only boy on his team who plays flute. His friend Isaac plays flute, too, but he's on a different team. Other than that, it's great.

The new week begins. Tomorrow is the 28th (eeek. . . hard to believe) anniversary of the day I met Jeff. Wow, time flies when you're having fun. I'll spend the day doing laundry and applying for every job that I can find that's remotely something I might be interested in. I will find a job soon. I'm sure there's a reason that it's taking me so long to find one; I just haven't figured out what it is. Door's closed and I'm still looking for the open window.