Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

I know I typically begin my blogs with pop music references, but in deference to the miracle at hand, I felt the above was appropriate.

The weather gods have smiled on us poor sweaty souls and delivered unto us temperatures nearing 70 degrees in the middle of summer in the Ohio valley. I don't know what we did to deserve this, but I think it's good clean, living. (So obviously I contributed nothing to this miracle.) Thank you, God. Thank you.

It was so cool in fact that Cynical suggested a walk. We trekked around the neighborhood and had a few minutes of actual conversation. You may not have picked up on this, but we don't have a lot of time together. I am very busy with work and volunteer stuff, and he has two jobs; add to that demanding families and differing schedules and you get the picture.

As an update, I have not had any more colas, fountain or otherwise, today. I had really wanted to crack open that Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper in the fridge, but managed through my amazing will power (laugh track inserted here) to avoid it. Actually Cynical came home early and foiled my plans. Darnit.

I did a bit of surfing tonight in an attempt to gather ideas from other bloggers and found lots of cool sites. I am a bit humbled by how creative others are and a bit worried that I am boring what few readers I have. However, I have to remember why I am doing this. I tend to censor myself at work, around friends and definitely with my family. This is a chance for me to rant, rave and be myself, ragged edges and all.

Update: Grass still not mowed. Considering moving to a new home as it may be easier than tackling our out-of-control yard.

I am including with this post a photo I took recently. You might be amazed to know that our friend, Knightess of Knitting, not only uses this yarn to create amazing knitted items, but she also spun and dyed this herself. I am so in awe at her patience and talent.

It must be very rewarding to create something from start to finish. I get excited if one of my tomatoes ripens on the vine; I cannot imagine this kind of gratification.