Recreation

No fig vodka? No worries...a little rum, club soda and muddled mint can more than make up for that little shortcoming.

There is an art to relaxation, and I'm trying hard to develop some skills for this. I figure I should have it all down pat by the time I have to go back to work. While I did not work at all in the house today, I did fiddle around in the garden. Flowers needed deadheading, poop had to be patrolled and there was a lot of watering to do.

While people south and east of us got torrential rain last night, we did not. We did get a bizarre looking sunset which the weatherman explained was more like a rainbow, one spectrum of light at a time. The sky went from yellow to a sickly green and right before darkness came upon us, the entire sky looked like a fireball. Red. Seriously spooky!

Most of you know I love watching men in spandex Le Tour de France and just in case you forgot, I'm here to remind you it started yesterday. Already, only day two, and my favorite cyclist, The God of Thunder, has pedaled himself into the Maillot Jaune. He looks good in yellow.

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To provide entertainment while I watch cycling for the next three weeks, I've started my own unofficial Le Tour de Fleece team. Since yesterday, I've spun about three ounces of wool. We'll see how long I keep this up, but since it's too hot to exercise outdoors, I can kid myself into thinking that spinning is exercise, too. And hey, if I spin for as many hours as I'd like, I'll be flush with new yarn for the next little bit.

Just so you don't think I'm a complete knitting sloth, there are only 66 more rows of the shawl to knit, though I am approaching the dastardly row 164. Lifelines are flying all over the place. Three are in right now and I think I'm ready!