I grew up on this lake, on the northern end. That's important, because the south end of the lake is busy and commercial. The north end is not.
This view looking south down the lake was taken from one of my favorite hikes, from Record Mountain.
It's private property now, and the owner does not want people up there. It's all posted.
How sad and selfish to keep this view to yourself.
Somewhere I have a picture of a regatta right out there in the middle. It's the kind of place you can sit all day, with the sun shining down, the breeze on your face, and the quiet.
I know, cause I've done it.
I always said that when I died, I wanted my ashes thrown to the winds, right here. Now someone will have to trespass to give me that wish.
Not that one of my kids wouldn't do that for me. They would.
At least, I'm hoping not. I have too much I want to do. It feels good to look ahead, to anticipate my life. I didn't do it for a long time.
Someone commented some days ago, that I shouldn't look at the "weather index" in case I might give myself preconceived notions about how bad my headache would be.
Actually, just the reverse is true. I wake up, and I KNOW what the index is. It seems to be whenever a low front brings rain or snow. It rained all night, and I woke up about 5am, and I knew.
Sure enough, I checked after I knew how bad a headache I had, and I was right, the index was a 10.
But then, as the day went on, and the wind blew the front on out, my headache got better. I just this minute looked, and voila, the index is getting lower and lower.
Weather forecast, anyone?
Now that may not sound very important, but believe me, it is.
For over 10 months, I was at the mercy of a relentless headache with no rhyme or reason.
NOW, I have a headache that makes sense, and most of the time, a headache that is so dull and unimpressive, that sometimes, YES IT IS TRUE, sometimes, I forget about it.
And besides, I can't go yet.....there is all this color to weave.
Lord have mercy.
Can you believe these colors? Don't they make you want to dance or something?
I think I will call them "Fiesta Towels", that 's what they make me think of.
I must admit, I do not hand sew the hems on these towels. I know some people do. They are better than me. I sew them on my machine, then throw them in the wash.
I take them straight out of the dryer, and fold them. I do NOT iron them.
I am ANTI IRONING. I only do it under duress.
And besides, something about ironing a dish towel sounds funny to me.
No offense, if you like doing it. I just don't.
So far, 8 towels off this warp, and hopefully 12 more to come.
I am already eyeballing the colors I'm going to use next.
I guess it might be called "warp envy".
It's all good.