Can I blame the rain from keeping me from writing for a week? Four solid days of it the week before last: so no pool knitting, and while I think I did a few more rounds on Six’s Hufflepuff scarf, mostly I was the management, keeping the crew distracted from everyone’s favorite rainy day game: “Let’s drive (insert sibling’s name here) crazy!” Eleven produced a pretty amazing chocolate cake (and endured a week of twice a day eardrops: our first case of swimmer’s ear this season).
The ironing board came out (as it almost always does) not for anything laundry related, but for the final step in creating these:
This one (Nine actually gave it to her science teacher at the end of the school year) would have been appropriate: it’s the water cycle. (Can you see it?)
The Fourth: to the pool on a hot and sunny day when it was as hard to get a chair as in church on Christmas. Thankfully we had staked out our turf early as July 4th also means that morning swim practice segues right into Swim Team Fun Day: hours of team spirit building well-organized mayhem, from donuts-on-a-string and pie-eating contests, to balloon popping (air and water), raft races and the big-kids-only finale, a race to capture and remove a greased watermelon from the deep end of the pool. The coaches and the social committee were in charge, which left me time to sit and crank out this:
while testifying to the joys of dishcloth cotton and confirming that another pool knitter had bought the Book.
And now it’s Wednesday again, swim meet night. The rain is back. Swim meets (at least by our league’s by laws) don’t get rain delays unless the bottom of the pool is obscured. Thunder and lightening, sure, but what’s a little rain when the athletes are, well, already wet? And so from 5:00 until 10:00 this evening, there we were, marinating in the irony of trying to keep the swimmers dry until it was time for them to get wet again. (Never mind the rest of us: rain coats, umbrellas, ponchos, artfully sissored garbage bags – what ever works). The towels came home not just wet, not merely soggy, but saturated, sodden, soaked through. Nothing like a bit of knitting to go with a few hours of laundry.