Saturday at home

OK, getting sick of sleeping fretfully.  But when I went to bed last night, Sierra was just starting to cross Hudson Bay!  What a scary image, flying over a dark cold expanse of water.  Pat told me to just tell myself that she's at Girl Scout camp in Carnation, and that little trick let me fall asleep.

At 1:24 am, we realized Aspen was still up editing his game narration video (you can check his postings at Fmily), so now we're both awake, trying to kid ourselves into going back to sleep.  We figured that Sierra was somewhere over the North Sea at about that time, which also seemed scary.  I managed to fall back asleep after some tossing and turning.

Awoke to a cricked neck, but the realization that she must be alive -- no phone call from the airline!  We've waited patiently all day for her posting on her travel blog, and were richly rewarded by an outstanding description of her first day in Ireland.  I'm so happy that she's absorbing the full details of her trip.  She's the perfect person to be traveling, because she's got such a curious mind.

Pat headed out to Flint Tip archery club to try to make some new friends, so I feverishly knitted to make up for yesterday's deficit.  I'm really coming along on his new archery vest.

At 10 am, Aspen appeared, and went out to play with Dash.  He knows that he's responsible for filling the buddy void that his sister left, so he resigned himself to sitting in Pat's chair to keep me company, when I remembered we have two Doctor Who specials on the DVR to watch.  That made him very happy!  And then I reminded him that the new season starts tonight, and he's over the moon.

We headed out in his GTI to return his rented Comm Studies textbook via UPS, then to Taco Bell for the lunch he's been requesting for the past week, then to Carpinito Brothers for the produce I've been requesting for the past week.  I also picked up some phlox to replace the spent sweet peas in the window boxes.  They smell so good and look so pretty!

I turned on the TV to discover the Little League World Series was on, and realized that baseball is interesting when played by 12 yr olds.  I used to love to watch my brother play, and I loved to play softball, but I hate professional baseball.  That's because it's boring compared to watching little kids!  I made Aspen come in and watch the Nevada coach's pep talk when the team was down 7-5 going into the 6th (and final) inning, because it sounded exactly like Coach Feist.  Brought tears to my eyes!

Pat got home just as nap time arrived, so I settled in with my nap-inducing "People's Court," and took a power nap.  Now I'm ready to go record some more Intro Psych online lectures, before our 7 pm viewing of the first episode of the new Doctor Who season.  If I plan this correctly, the guys will have to make dinner while I'm working.