Next week is a big craft week as a few of us have created a group that we are calling OGPG, which stands for Our Grandmotherly Phase Group, designed to take us into the next phase where we will all be empty-nesters and looking for things to tide us over until we have grandchildren to entertain! Grandchildren...yikes, just the thought of that is fairly scary. (I am figuring a lot of this would also be quite handy for the hours and hours I spend in the USA, and now also high school, swimming world as a spectator.)
Anyway, next week we have a sort of whirlwind craft craze going: we are taking classes on learning to knit and crochet, learning to locker hook, learning to quilt (the quilt deal is actually ten classes learning different aspects that goes throughout the summer...omw). I have never found the need to quilt as we have a whole lot of them around here since our grandmothers and various other family members all quilted and were very generous in sharing their output. I am finding, however, that our quilters are no longer quilting, many of them being dead and all, so maybe I should step up and carry on the legacy.
With the advent of Books on Tape (CD), I am thinking I can give up a little of my book reading time and still feel like my mind is not going to atrophy anytime soon since I can listen to taped versions of things. (Mark does this on his drives to and from work, etc. each day and he finds it quite enjoyable.) The boys are all having a hoot over the thought of me sitting around knitting, crocheting, locker hooking, and quilting. They may be right. We shall see.
It is so quiet around here as Matt is down at the pool watching finals and cheering for his teammates who qualified for those, while Mark is driving Alex up to the scout camping venue as he also wanted a chance to peer through the telescopes with the scouts, etc. Tomorrow is the big rocket launching deal, so Mark may go back up for that, but, he informs me, his scout-camping-in-the-tents-overnight-on-the-cold-hard-ground days are over. Over. Alex didn't seem too disappointed as the one thing Alex has been gung ho for since, oh, let's say age 2 or so, is independence and freedom from the parental yoke of being accountable 24/7. (In other words, no one to tell him to turn lights out at 11:00 p.m., to eat a well balanced meal, to brush his teeth three times a day, and to CHANGE HIS CLOTHES ON A CAMPOUT ONCE IN AWHILE.) Freedom. I am planning on curling up here by the fire, yes it is still cold enough for a fire here, with my book for the evening. What's up over there? See you back here on Monday! Life is good.