I took zero pictures today so I'm giving you one that came up on my FaceBook memories this morning. That was August and his Bop, five years ago. I can hardly stand to look at it for fear that the cuteness will kill me dead. Was August ever, really, that darling little almost-pudgy bebe?
Yes, yes he was.
Another dreary-weather day here. And I did very little again. I just can't get excited about doing things when it's this gray. I actually watched a movie- "The Tender Bar" and did some crocheting. I really enjoyed the movie. I'd read the book sometime back and enjoyed it too and I think the movie did a good job of capturing the spirit of it. I thought the cast was superb and didn't even recognize Ben Affleck for a long while but I thought he did a very fine job. As to the crocheting- well, it could be a potholder or I might just go crazy and turn it into a shawl. Who knows? Remember all that yarn I bought at Wag The Dog a while back? I've still got it and it's still beautiful yarn. Natural fibers, a grand assortment. I wish I was craftswoman enough to do justice to it.
Mr. Moon and Owen got up at 4:30 and hit the woods. They had a great time. Owen did shoot a duck (I won't show you the picture but he looks very proud) and then they went out for a huge breakfast.
I did not like it and if there is anyway for me to strike that set and go back to my sort-of haunted house, I'd really like that. I've never been any good at lucid dreaming and I suppose I should read up on the subject. I can, sometimes, let myself know in a dream that I am, in fact, dreaming but that doesn't seem to stop the action or the attached emotions.