Well are you tired of seeing this darn shawl yet? I am not. I love it. The reunion was this weekend. It was a ton of fun although I stayed up too late and drank too much. I was in no position to deal with the catastrophe that struck poor Owen on Sunday (bitten in the back at his respite program). Kevin took him to the ER though and he is not taking the antibiotics they prescribed. So tonight it is my turn…off to the pediatrician for–hopefully–a shot.
It was great to see people. I was disappointed others didn’t come. Most especially I was sad Brian couldn’t make it from France and Maria from Rochester. Thankfully, I see them a couple of times a year anyway.
Interestingly, I spent a great deal of the night talking with a girl we were dreadfully mean to. She’s divorced with no kids–hard to see what we have in common–but her company was enjoyable. I am glad I got in shape and lost all that weight. The grand total (after eating absolutely nothing on Sunday due to hangover) is 40lbs.
The shawl gets its third wear next weekend–a wedding in Nantucket. Good mileage out of the dress and shoes too. Hurray.