Spring Break

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This is it - our last evening of Spring Break.  One whole week of no school, no alarm clocks, no homework, and no lesson plans.  One whole week of catching up on neglected tasks, addressing some rental projects, and cleaning out emails and to-do lists.  One whole week to relax and knit.  Gardening would have also been on the plan for this little vacation time, but right in the middle of the week we got three inches of snow.  Snow!  How did *that* happen?!  However, I didn't let that stop me from grilling dinner.


 
This is the project I finished during break.  It was a kit I bought last year some time.
It's called The Beachcomber Shawl.  I like it.  It is knitted in a fingering weight cotton,
so it should be a fun summer shawl.

This is the new project.  I bought this yarn at the same time I bought the Beachcomber kit but since most of my knitting (until now) has been in wool or alpaca (good winter yarns), I hadn't found a good (summery) pattern to put it to good use.  I finally found a shawl pattern that has a sort of "sampler" of open stitches and lace work.  It doesn't look like much yet, but it should be fun when it's finished.

Patrick returns to classes this week as do Katherine and I.  Joerg, unlike the rest of us, did not have a "Spring Break".  He kept chugging along, business as usual.  Summer WILL arrive eventually.  And when it does, we're ready; Patrick and I cleaned out the garage and got the motorcycles lined up and ready to ride.  Bye bye snowblower.  Helloooo lawn mower.





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