SOMEWHERE IN TIME



"THE EARTH DOES NOT BELONG TO US; WE BELONG TO THE EARTH."
Later that evening, a friend of mine that I've known for years came by for a cup of tea, but tea quickly turned into cocktails. Her mother (who was English and passed away several years ago) was a wonderful knitter. I've seen some of the sweaters that she hand knitted and they are to die for. I hate that I never got to meet her, but Alyson and I had just become friends when her mother got sick and soon passed away after that. This is a dishcloth that I knitted for Alyson. I think it was appropriate for her since she's half British.
Today I had a picnic with the same above people. We went back to the Saluda River. It was a cloudy day and humid as hell. Didn't see any near naked men today though. I was quite disappointed. Later today my mom, her sister (who lives in St. Pete., FL), dad and nephew came down to my house. They still live in Winnsboro where I grew up. Winnsboro is about twenty-four miles north of Columbia and is a small town. There's not a damn thing to do there. That's why I moved to Columbia. Well, possums, not much else to say so I'm off to knit and watch the tele. Ciao bella.