As we celebrate together over this holiday weekend, I hope we all remember that freedom isn’t free and pause for a moment to remember those who fought and continue to fight for our country.
May your burgers be smothered in cheese, your hot dogs be covered with mustard, and your potato salad be loaded with mayo. And may all your yarn be red, white and blue.
Happy Birthday, America!
This was the scene last night on the Common in my home town. Dale and the Duds were center stage for the kick-off to their summer tour extravaganza. I wanted this picture of the crowd (actually, it’s about half the crowd) to show you that Dale’s band is really quite popular in our area – in case you thought I was making up that bit about him being talented. They played their usual blend of good old fashioned rock ‘n roll with a little bit ‘o country thrown in for good measure. There were hamburgers and hot dogs and popcorn and ice cream. This is Patrick, my (step)grandson, enjoying his Sponge Bob ice cream.
It was a picture-perfect night – the temperature was ideal and there was a teeny sprinkle of rain which resulted in a beautiful rainbow just as the band started playing. Neighbors and friends that we hadn’t seen all winter were in abundance and there was knitting. Of course there was knitting! Wendy and I were working on socks and Lois was working on a booga bag and it was an altogether pissa summer night.
Meanwhile, bag at home, Mason is ignoring the kitty pi. I bribed him to at least sit in it for 2 seconds, so I could snap a photo. He immediately went back to ignoring it. Maybe it’s too hot and he just isn’t in the mood to snuggle. Or maybe he’s just being a cat.
Eight years ago today I married the love of my life. I think a part of me fell in love with him the first time I saw him, which was almost 13 years ago, but when we danced together for the first time 4 years after that I fell completely, absolutely, head over heels in love – right there on the dance floor of a local nightclub. He put his arms around me and all I could think was that it felt like coming home. Have you felt that? It’s incredible and I knew instantly that this man would be my husband.
That’s our “blended” family in the picture and, while we have made our share of mistakes in bringing together 4 kids, a dog and a cat, we have done it all in the name of love.
There are a zillion things I could tell you about Dale and what it’s like to be married to him, but I’m going to limit it to fifty. Here, in no particular order, are fifty reasons why I love my husband.
1. He’s smart.
2. He’s funny.
3. He’s wicked handsome.
4. He’s very romantic.
5. He thinks I’m cute.
6. He picks me wildflowers when he’s in the woods.
7. He takes me for Sunday drives.
8. He worries about me.
9. He’s a great father.
10. He’s dependable.
11. He loves the outdoors.
12. He’s a gentleman.
13. He sings to me.
14. He’s a great dancer.
15. He drives me to yarn shops.
16. He’s polite.
17. He has a loving, supportive family.
18. He writes me poetry and love letters.
19. He loves to read.
20. He’s a dreamer.
21. He does the laundry.
22. He makes great hamburgers.
23. He’s a library supporter.
24. He rescues turtles crossing the road.
25. He can paint and wallpaper.
26. He kills bugs for me.
27. He taught me to fish.
28. He’s spontaneous.
29. He’ll eat anything I put in front of him.
30. He’s incredibly patient.
31. He loves the dog and the cat.
32. He hates confrontation.
33. He’s not afraid to cry.
34. He doesn’t care how much money I spend on yarn.
35. He bought me an Ipod.
36. He lets me make all of our social plans.
37. He makes me feel safe.
38. He’s a sensitive guy.
39. He smells good.
40. He’s completely and utterly flexible.
41. He’s very sweet.
42. He doesn’t care if I gain or lose weight.
43. He loves music.
44. He’s loyal.
45. He’s my best friend.
46. He’s completely supportive of anything I do.
47. He’s fun to be with.
48. He’s makes me proud.
49. He makes me happy.
50. He loves me.
Happy Anniversary, Dale. Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way.
We spent this last weekend in Lincoln, RI doing a Civil War Event. The weather gods must have been smiling on us because it didn’t rain. Did you hear that? It. did. not. rain. This is our fourth time venturing out this season and the first time that we haven’t brought home wet canvas. On the other hand, it was 95 degrees on Saturday and Sunday. I’m not complaining or anything (well, actually, I might be complaining) but that’s friggin’ hot when you’re wearing pantaloons, a chemise and a long dress. It’s even hotter when you’re wearing wool, which Dale was. And it’s hotter still when you have spent every event prior to this one huddled around the wood stove trying desperately to stay warm. Let’s just say there wasn’t much time to adjust to the change in season.
The other drawback to the weekend was my bronchitis. (Yes, bronchitis. Thank you Strawbery Banke.) To treat my bronchitis I was taking some sort of super-duper 3 day antibiotic. The combination of the uber-power medicine and the unexpected heat wave made for a weekend of lethargy and nausea. Fun, huh? Don’t you wish you were a reenactor, too?
I spent most of Saturday sitting around trying not to throw up and I barely knit a thing. Well, that’s not exactly true, I did finish the first Dublin Bay sock and managed to cast on and knit the ribbed cuff of the second sock. Isn’t that pathetic? I had 2 days of uninterrupted knitting time and I felt too sick and tired to knit. Sigh.
While I’m in complaining mode I have to tell you about the apparent
assholes idiots of Lincoln, RI who felt the need to drive by in the middle of the night honking their car horns and screaming obscenities at us. This happened all night both Friday and Saturday. And by night I mean midnight til 3 or 4 am. I have been reenacting for several years now and have never experienced anything like this before. What would inspire someone to think, “hey, there’s a bunch of historic tents and people up on that hill. I think I’ll interrupt their peaceful night by honking and swearing at them”? I have no idea. But then again, I’m not an asshole idiot so it’s hard to capture the mindset. Next year I hope they post the artillery pieces down by the road. One good cannon blast ought to shut up those assholes idiots.
The sock had quite an exciting weekend. Friday night we went to the local cable TV studio EBCTV while Dale filmed some footage for the Calvin Harlow Program, air date TBA. I sat and knitted and Dale sat and talked on camera about what we did back in April. The sock enjoyed seeing Dale on the television monitors.
Saturday night Dale’s band, Dale and the Duds, was playing at Fonzie’s. This is turning into a regular gig and every time I’ve gone I have sat there and wished I had my knitting. I always bring my knitting when they play outdoor concerts but I’ve never had the guts to bring it to a club. Well, this time I brought it along. I knew Dale wouldn’t mind and I had a blast. I only dropped a stitch once and only two people made snarky comments. Dale even brought the sock up to the microphone so I could snap a picture. I have made a most excellent discovery – knitting to rock ‘n roll makes me knit faster!
Sunday we hung out with the Nelson’s. There was knitting, bocce, beer and martinis. We laughed and ate and drank and played games until the rain came. It was a blast!
Memorial Day I woke up and found this in the perennial garden. A beautiful poppy to enhance a perfect weekend. We spent the day relaxing and memorializing. There was a service on our town common in the morning and knitting in the afternoon. The feather and fan scarf is nearly done and there’s something new on the needles. More about that tomorrow.