And right back into the saddle I went. I've done errands, housework, yard work, and gotten meat marinating for supper since I darkened the door around 10:30 this morning. I need to learn to delegate or something.
I thought I'd show you the Chal-A Motel, the retro place in Sturgeon Bay where I spent the last 2 nights. It's been there since, oh, I don't know, probably the late 1950s or early 1960s and, more amazing, nothing's grown up around it. Across the highway and into town, yes, things have grown up. Alongside and behind it, nope, only cornfields. I had the single room--a double bed, couch, desk, dorm fridge, small flat screen TV, free wi-fi, morning coffee and ice. When I opened the door of my room I was blown away by how clean it was. The bed was pretty comfy and the sheets didn't feel like sandpaper, the bathroom was spotless, and the window air conditioner worked just fine. There was even enough light for me to knit with black yarn by, and that's saying something. And it was only $65 + tax per night. Can't beat that with a stick. Granted, I'd have loved to be by the bay with a view of the sunset but that is totally not in my budget in the summer when Door County is crawling with tourists. I was just happy to find a room on such short notice. I'll probably go back.
I took a picnic to a park along the bay outside of town yesterday and had a lovely time. It was a gorgeous sunny day, just the right kind of day for eating outside in the shade and then watching boats and fishermen. Maybe when I grow up I'll live by water. I'd like that.
Speaking of knitting with black yarn, I made excellent progress on my Black Bean shawl. I've got 10 more rows to go before starting the edge section. This is what I love about knitting with chunky yarn and big needles, you get someplace fast. Once the knitting's done, I'll wet the shawl, press out the water, and stretch it out so that all the holes the pattern has me building into the fabric open up and make it look like lace, big lace made with thick yarn, but lace nevertheless.
Instead of writing last night I read the newest Harry Potter "book" on my kindle. It's actually a play that opened in London yesterday and they published the script yesterday too. I hate to admit that I've been a Harry Potter fan since the first book way back in 1997 (kind of old for kids' books... maybe?) so I had to pre-order The Cursed Child even knowing it isn't a book book. It was good but I wish it was a novel.
Hasta la vista, babies.