It was nice to hear the rain last night. We didn't have the storms here, just some thunder and a nice steady rain.
Yesterday the Knitwits had a birthday luncheon. Sara hosted it and it was wonderful. Women sharing food and wine, laughter and good times. A truly remarkable group, patient and willing to help one another with knitting, even those of us who have to start over making socks...what....4 times? It doesn't matter though, it is the idea of getting together and talking about everything, from religion to politics to The Good Wife. Fun times...so honored to be a part of the group.
Baseball, proms, Kennywood, field trips and graduation. It's that time of the year. Pirates struggling. I keep thinking they will pick up the pace, but Matt tells me it isn't going to be a good year. Surely wasn't for hockey!
Still trying to get the foot back to normal. Hurts, but not as much. I will not go that odd doctor again though. Very odd.
I am loving my job at Macy's. I am able to meet all kinds of interesting people, some who are shopping for a happy event and some who are shopping for a not so happy event. Here is one complaint I hear on a regular basis....why are all clothes for summer sleeveless? I do not know of any woman over 35 that will wear sleeveless. OK, Michelle Obama does and she looks wonderful. One person, that's it. Seriously, is it so women will have to buy something to wear over the sleeveless dress? Shrugs, as they are called, cost half as much as the dress. Perhaps that is the plan. At any rate, women complain, shop for an hour and complain again. I don't blame them. I only wear sleeveless when the heat index is at 95 for over a week. At that point I care not what I look like, sitting on an open field watching Matt play baseball demands comfort.
I seem to have a problem with time and work. They switch our hours daily, which is confusing to this lady (I know, it doesn't take much to confuse me). The good thing is that it only takes me ten minutes to get to work and when I think I need to be there at 8:45 instead of 9:45 I just pretend that I wanted to do a dry run as I foolishly walk into an empty store and sneak back out and go home and wait for an hour.
Speaking of which, I haven't been to his game yet. These games now don't have food, which is a big draw for me. Nachos and baseball go so well together. Throw in a hot dog and it is pure delight. I miss hearing Terri yell, but someone will take over that job...just not as well as Terri.
Today I begin at 9:45....I think. It's now 8:30 which gives me time to eat and knit. Have a good day, and stay tuned for the saga of new televisions.
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