Nate and I set a couple ground rules prior to arriving on Seguin
I am by no means an avid knitter. I knit just often enough to think I know what I’m doing and just infrequently enough to forget some important aspects of the craft. I wanted to knit something for a friend’s baby shower and I thought I would head off this problem by choosing a pattern that clearly stated “Easy to Knit!” Easy to knit? Perfect! I can do easy.
Breezing along I thought I was a knitting queen when I finished the whole back side and was already working on the neck midway through day two. That was when I managed to make a mistake that resulted in a hole stretching from the top all the way to the bottom. After many curses, I ripped the whole thing apart and began again. My ever-helpful Nate smiled at my frustration and said something along the lines of, “practice makes perfect!”
After this debacle and two straight days of solid knitting, I managed to produce a lopsided mess. Nate thinks it’s super, but he also really enjoys things that are slightly odd. Occasionally this makes me wonder about myself, and why he chose me.
Knitting aside, today was uneventful. We had two visitors come around and tour for approximately an hour. Nate is still busily hauling rocks up from the beach to make the paths easier to navigate, and he began attacking the North Trail with a weed whacker. That is, until seagulls started dive-bombing less than a foot above his head and he was forced to stop.
In other news I am continuing to get smoked at cribbage and Scrabble, Mr. Darcy remains 70-80 percent of our daily entertainment, and the foghorn has not sounded for six solid days! I (the girl Nate affectionately referrers to as “Casper
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