It's all about perspective, isn't it?
Clue #548 that you do not live in a real city - lumber trucks driving down the main thoroughfare.
Speaking of where I live - there's my house; it's the one on the hillside across the lake. No, not that one; that's the house down the street with the tacky statuary. To the right.
In fact, I have yet to be able to identify my house from across the lake, or from the bridge. It's a minor obsession of mine - part of the problem being that the relationship to other landmarks changes depending on what angle you are looking from. One day I am going to take binoculars with me and get Kyle to stand on the balcony and wave a flag or something (anyone recall that Survivor episode?)
I picked up this toiletry bag in Hull; I thought it would be good to store circs in.
It turns out that it makes an attractive carrying case for a sock in progress.
I'm on my own until Tuesday - hubby has gone to visit a buddy in Calgary. Tomorrow morning I am going horseback riding at a place just up the hill from us. I am quite looking forward to it. Granted, I haven't ridden a horse in about 10 years, and my muscles are a bit sore from a fairly intense workout earlier this week. This may make for an interesting gait on my part this weekend. My goal is to get a bunch of small things done this weekend: start preparing the next set of mailing for my various
Plus, I have to get Art Show III ready for tomorrow...