Up to Speed Again

A lively luncheon (actually it was snacks and drinks) with a few ladies of the mountain allowed me a chance to catch up on news in Dogpatch.  Flower Girl is on a new diet/exercise program and came to indulge in the company but ate nothing.  With a five pound weight loss behind her she explained that she must eat only protein for today.  I was surprised to see that at least five pounds appeared to have exited her waistline (note to self: do some research on this Dukan Diet)

Other news involved activities of the Dam Knitters.  I am seriously behind on the latest two projects, but it would appear I am not alone.  Summer heat encourages activities that do not involve large quantities of wool yarn on the lap and in the hands.

A Dogpatch resident long known for her walking and reading at the same time has been a dilemma for city officials and law enforcement staff for years.  She chose to traipse around the countryside on a Forest Gump kind of journey.  No running, just walking and walking and walking, all the while reading a book alongside the streets and highways, oblivious to oncoming and passing traffic.  Apparently she has reached a level of dementia that will probably require an institution soon.  For now though, her poor spouse has humored her as she looks for activities.  She arrived at open knitting last week with a duffle bag full of tangled yarn.  During another visit she brought her trash with her and deposited it in the bathroom of the shop.  In desperation, the city leaders had given her a membership to the local gym to keep her off the streets.  The fitness center had no choice but to ban her after several similar (actually much more offensive) incidents.  Oh dear, I do hope the knitters will not need to cope with her behavior much longer.  This could suck the joy out of productive gatherings.

A friend's home is nearing completion on the hill over the river.  Much of the decor has been purchased in large cities far away. Local craftsmen are disgruntled over the defection.

Mountain Girl and Ol' Taxidermist have left town for the weekend to visit Eureka Springs. They will indulge in a bit of pampering and much needed togetherness.  I do hope their suite isn't one of those sometimes revisited by past guests in the  "dead" of night.

Life goes on in our little village, and I really must get the recipe for the gaspacho, mango sangria and even that devine margarita cheesecake, Mary made.  Oh gee, I might as well just ask for the entire, light but oh so yummy, menu.