Happy Pioneer Day, a day to relax.

Ah, a Tuesday that feels like a Saturday. Banks are closed, and folks are getting ready for fried chicken, ice tea and sherbet. In this neck of the woods most only go to the cooler for a rootbeer, but I think that PBR would be a great acoutrement, or maybe some Pernod over ice would be dandy. If I go for the Pernod I don't think I will work on the lace. One or two PBR's will go with the straightforward cables, but not at the expected 95 degree weather that is expected this afternoon. What to do, what to do. It will be lovely and cool, however, at the yarn shop, and the company will be good, but the PBR and the Pernod will have to stay home. Stuck I am. Last night our little redrock town was visited by the most violent, yet exquisite, electrical storm I have ever seen. FLASH, KER-BOOOOOOM, and the downpour for which our dry dirt has been aching. The biting scent of ozone was amazing. My Ruby, black and beautiful kneader of laps, was miffed that the unloading sky had disturbed her nap in the bushes. Any newish plants in the ground will get a kickstart from all the electricity, unfortunately this includes the ever-gnarly goatheads, and other plaguing weeds. A hike might be in order today, to view new and and pools fortified by last nights deluge. If I'm lucky there might be a waterfall or two. But first, a few rows on the lace, or the cables, or maybe a few moments to ponder a vest pattern for all of this Kureyon that really doensn't want to become a Lizard Ridge Afghan. And then there are the shoulds; I should make soap, I should weed the garden, I should do laundry, I should....etc. etc. etc. Those out of the way, I can get into the fun stuff. The day is a young oyster.Blessed be, love will prevail.