Can You Have Too Many Moons?

I was excited to see the full moon (Corn Moon or Harvest Moon, depending on your tribe) last night walking outside from the Guild meeting.  This is the first picture I took and when I looked at it just now I realized that I have a lot of "moons" in the frame.  I kind of like it.  It's like a puzzle.

A bad dream woke me at 6:05 this morning and I couldn't go back to sleep.  I hate that, it colors my whole day.  Aren't I too old for bad dreams?


I knitted on the yoga sock yesterday but I think it's too big around and just... wrong.  This might be this pattern's third trip to the frog pond.  Arrrgh.  What was I thinking?  I have got to throw that pattern away.  I am never going to make them successfully and probably wouldn't like them or wear them much anyway. 

The Guild members had the opportunity to sell some of their excess yarn at last night's meeting.  Personally I didn't know there was such a thing as excess yarn so I didn't sort through my stash and bring things to try to sell.  I even left my wallet in the car so I wouldn't be tempted but I caved.  Only a dollar's worth but still.  I can use it to make a hat or mittens to give away so it's a dollar well spent.  Happily KW and my healthy snacks were a hit.  There were even a couple cookies for me to bring home to Durwood.

September 16--Eric L. Klein.  They looked like twins but they weren't even brothers, not related at all.  Their mothers had been friends in grade school, drifted apart in high school, lost contact during their college days, and ended up living two blocks apart a thousand miles away from where they met.  Cherry's son, Peter talked nonstop about Dennis from the first day of school.

And that's when my brain went, "nope, sorry no more" and the words just stopped.  I'm all dressed and pretty soon I'm going to meet DS for my birthday lunch at HuHot.  Yum, Asian food.
--Barbara
P.S.  One week from tomorrow I leave for a week-long writing workshop at The Clearing almost to the tip of Door County.  I should pack.