And I am tapped out.
On Saturday, there was the farmer market, of course.
Reconstruction of the canal continues behind us. What you don't see in the photo above is the Main Street bridge, which disappeared early last week. In the grand scheme of things, it will be replaced with a pedestrian (and, hopefully, bike) bridge. It seems like the whole city's torn up and I frequently find myself "on automatic" and ending up in the middle of a construction zone.
Sunday was Art at The Park. I wonder if you can tell which booth in this row might be my husband's. (Hint: Oceans and Dreams.) Katie recently began volunteering at the local art museum that sponsors this show, and they put her in charge of the volunteer effort. Ali & I greeted people to the park for the first couple of hours, and then I spent another hour or so booth-sitting for artists so they could take a facilities break.
I sat at booths for a woodworker from Marshfield (where Joy was, and I'd hoped to have visited, at Knitting Camp) and for a glass jewelry maker. I didn't really see much more of the show, though I did end up with a new pair of earrings, so apparently saw enough!
Remember Oswald? It's been over six years since I knit him for Alison (and two or three more for some of her friends). He rode shotgun in her car for quite a while, has been mascot at the coffee shop, and sometimes comes along for the ride... to the UK last year and on our Door County bike ride earlier this year... this time, to the art fair!
That neon yellow is the color of the shirts they gave to volunteers. Yikes. Katie thought she was getting a weird sunburn on her neck and under her chin from the reflection!! One thing is for sure, there was no question about who the volunteers were, and you could spot one from a mile away!
As for knitting during the Olympics, I am... knitting during the Olympics. Or not. Last night, I found myself in that rarest of states, sitting idle like a lump on a log watching TV. Usually when that happens, I'm watching TV with my eyes closed. Anyway, I had too many ideas too late in the game to settle on anything without feeling pressured and rushed -- and I'm just not up for one more challenge right now. Sometimes it's fun, but this isn't one of those times.
I think the heat and humidity have begun to take their toll. It's sure been a weird summer so far.