As you can probably tell from the title of this post, last weekend was darn near perfect.
As weekends tend to do, it all commenced Friday evening. Both of my dogs passed their beginning obedience class test at Tulsa Dog Training Club, so of course (of course!) there was a graduation ceremony. There were handmade mortar boards for the occasion, various demonstrations of dog obedience and cookies for dogs and humans. There were probably 100 dogs there--what a hoot!!
Since Alex is home on spring break I required him to attend to take pictures. Hubby had to go too to handle one of the dogs. Obedience graduation or not, my attempts to handle 145 pounds of dog split between 2 leashes is alway a disaster. Alex reluctantly participated and entertained himself by taking only 150 photos, just half of which were mom-shots. (those are the horribly unflattering ones your kids take of you at the worst possible angle). Anyway, I told Alex that dog graduation was merely the initial phase of my week-long plan to subject him to maximum parental dorkiness. I figure that will encourage him to do well in school and become gainfully employed so as never to be tempted to live with us again. (I do like having him here, but . . . )
Anyway, here I am with graduate, Chai.
And the black guy is the very charming Bentley.
Saturday I blew off the usual house cleaning chores in favor of attending the Tulsa Handspinners Guild meeting. They are interesting folks with interesting information to share. !!Bad pun ALERT!! No point in re-inventing the wheel. ARGHHHHHH.
Saturday afternoon knit nite Emma her mother and knit nite Eric all came over to try out my spinning wheel. By the end of the day Emma had procured a used Kiwi (wheel, not fruit or bird). My contribution can hardly count as fiber enabling since Emma arrived at my house with that wild-eyed I'm-gonna-get-me-a-wheel look about her.
And, speaking of spinning I've plied this Colonial top.
AND, I'm making the so-called scarf from my handpun Corriedale in the mermaids tail colorway. I got 180 yards of 2 ply at 9-10 wraps per inch from 5 ounces (141.75 gm) of fiber. So, it's heavy worsted/aran weight. And my first knit from any handspun.
Sunday found us up at 4am to get loaded up for a (drum roll)
In keeping with the spring break onslaught of dorkiness, his Dad and I both insisted on going. Besides, one should never miss an opportunity to visit
Last year in this particular race Alex was super-fit and expected to finish in the top 3, if not win the race. BUT, he went waaay too hard, ate too little, blew up, bonked and finished dead last. Actually, not last--he was 19th, but it felt like last place because he expected to win. This year the field was bigger, he's not training as much and honestly expected to spend the day as pack filler (that's an unflattering term for guys who race, but have no hope of ever winning or placing). BUT, he felt good, rode a smart race and came in 5th. So much for expectations, the power of positive thinking and all that. I'm sure there's a lesson here, but I can't quite put my finger on what it's supposed to be.
Alex, Will, and Connor.
AND NOW, the moment you've been waiting for
(I know it's supposed to be: "the moment for which you've been waiting" but that sounds stupid, even to me)
Don't remember what's in it, don't care--go get one.