There’s no place like home

Mr. Aitch and I went on a short motorcycle trip this weekend to visit his brother and father and my aunt.

Jim Aitch (brother) finished part of his basement a few years ago into a fabulous bar.  Just good old H2O for me this time.  I didn’t drink enough water this weekend but I really am trying to do what the doctor ordered.  Anyway, Jim commissioned me to make a sign for him and I delivered it  this weekend.  The pictures are still on my camera and I will post them as soon as I can.  He is a wonderful host and has a great sense of humor.  Of course having a great sense of humor is a requirement with two daughters, one in college and one in high school.  His wife is this petite firecracker who keeps the house running smoothly.

Mr. Aitch the Dad lives in assisted living and gets around fairy well with his walker.  We run out of things to talk about so it’s hard to visit too long.  He did appreciate the peanut butter cookies I made for him.

Miss Kay is my mother’s sister and has always been my second mother.  She also lives in the same town as Jim Aitch and Mr. Aitch the Dad.  She called me at Jim Aitch’s house Sunday evening saying she wouldn’t be home on Monday.  I found this to be rather unusual.   Miss Kay is 85 years old and doesn’t really go anywhere too far that she wouldn’t be home.  I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone where she is but I will spill the beans as soon as she gets home.

It was good to get home and sleep in my own bed last night.  It was not so good getting up at o’dark-thirty to go to work

I did finish the knitting on the second eyelet sweater Saturday evening.  All that’s left is to graft the four-stitch seam at each armhole, sew on the buttons and block the sweater.  Then I’m done.  Finis.  The end.

Now what light knitting am I going to get into?

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