It's official.
I've moved.
And just when we were getting settled into that new little house, too.
My camp chair, knitting bag, water bottle, journal and I have moved to the sidelines of a football field. Or rather, several football fields, depending on the day, the time, the boy, and the winds aloft. Football season is something of a two-month mad-dash marathon punctuated by 90 minute stretches of sideline sitting. Thus the knitting and the journal.
Except.
Sometimes I forget to knit and journal. Because a boy out there all decked out in pads & helmet keeps peeking my way to see if I saw.
And I really, really want to say that I did.
Hello on this Tuesday/Monday, friends! So lovely that holiday, yesterday, wasn't it? We were able to plunk a hike in the mountains right into the center of it. So lovely there. Quiet. Peaceful. Well, except when boys were pushing over dead trees, making tremendous crashing sounds. More on that later.
