Waves

    This week has been full.  There have been five parties, minimal house keeping, out of town friends, tourists on the roads and lots of swimming lessons.  We're in the middle of a searing heat wave.  The pool is a shining rectangle of turquoise in a field of bone colored grass and curling leaves.  Every evening we suit up and crunch across the wasteland towards our own personal oasis.  

A good part of my childhood was spent in a public pool.  I have only fragments of memories from a time before I knew how to swim.  Water is my second skin. 



Sitting on the bottom of the pool and watching the pale legs of my family, I forget that I can't breath water, that for many people this is a hostile environment.  It makes me feel like a kid again, like I never want to get out of the pool.   



The heat is not inspiring me to knit.  Also, the new fall collections are out and I'm finding it hard to love the miles of purling and 1x1 ribbing that are dominating my knitting bag.  The only thing that's keeping me honest are two seasons worth of "Downton Abbey".   While the children are napping, my husband and I spread out on the sofa in front of the fan.  I drag out a sock or a sleeve and we melt into TV land.

I love the dog days of summer.