Caught! I couldn't be more embarrassed. Well, yes I could, but not on the blog. Wouldn't you know, I'd get caught on a post about skimmers, too. Really, it's hilarious; I'm dyin' over here. But, c'mon, 'fess up, we all do it to some extent.
Not to change the subject or anything, but, Oh, Look! There's a windmill! Katie went to the Netherlands and Belgium over the weekend. The windmill is outside of Volendam, Netherlands, but someday soon we won't have to go that far to see one. Dutch heritage is rich in these parts -- Little Chute is a nearby, tiny pocket where every other house has a kissing Dutch couple flanking a tiny windmill as garden ornament (the others have Mary in a bathtub) and Van (de) Something-or-Other is a more common surname than Smith or Jones. One day soon a 10-story windmill will be built in downtown Little Chute and it will really be pretty cool. The beautiful canal is in Bruges, Belgium. This weekend, Katie will be "staying home" in London.
This damn sweater. I'll be unseaming the shoulders and re-doing the back of Williamsro from the neck up today. The cables front and back are not lining up and I thought I could live with it, but I can't -- and it would definitely not be my personal best. The neck needs to be wider, too. I don't know where I went wrong, exactly, but I know what to do to make it right. I have started to add the contrast to the front, too, but that might also be in jeopardy. Arrgh. It's my day off tomorrow and you can bet on what I'll be doing all day!