And I’m back into the swing of things, full force. I’d rather not be.

Being away on vacation was excellent. We were kids for four whole days, and I so didn’t want to leave to go home. I gave Jennie another knitting lesson before we left (this time it was socks), which she took to as well as she has everything else (which is to say, freakishly successfully).

We stayed with Marmadyth and Wafflecrabs first, and they have a shy cat who was totally not okay with us being there (I’m told he’s normally very friendly).

The following day, we hung out with Xylo and The Kid (she doesn’t have a handy internet moniker yet, so I’m improvising), and then went book shopping, and also went to Navy Pier to watch fireworks with Marmadyth and friends. I knit in public like mad.

A drunken yuppie asked me if I could knit his friend a blanket; it got chilly. I declined. And also we got to meet Marmadyth’s beau, who was shy but very nice, nonetheless.

(everybody)

At my insistence, he tried a brownie with hummus, and that gets him points in my book (he deemed it to be “not very good”). The fireworks were lovely, if loud.

Upon leaving, we got caught in a crush of people leaving the fireworks and Taste of Chicago, which was to be expected. Too many people trying to get on just a few buses.

The next day, we saw more fireworks (this time from Xylo and Grupo_Bimbo’s porch), and another friend, and there was much playing of MarioKart Wii with The Kid (she’s really really good at it and I’m very very bad at it).

We finished off the day by watching Super Troopers (I was surprised that the husband hadn’t seen it; it seems like something he’d like a lot).

Then Saturday, we hung out with the Xylo family (really, I’m just to lazy to type it all), and went to the park and out to eat and played more Wii and painted pictures. I have two The Kid originals in my suitcase. We met up with Fyvel and his lady for dinner (there had been other plans, but this is where we netted out), and then Marmadyth and her beau for ice cream.

It was almost like college all over again, only without the homework.

And then Sunday we just kind of took it easy until we had to go to the airport, and then got home and dealt with the still-present flea problem.

Currently, I’m having issues concentrating on anything. Jennie came over for more knitting and I had to tell her that her sock will not fit (she’s knitting it too tightly), so she bound off the little bit she’d done and is starting over. And I’m searching again for rentals, since our landlord didn’t pay his mortgage and we’re probably going to be evicted because the house is in foreclosure (it only helps a little that we had absolutely no control over this happening). I’m really really frustrated currently, and I was grumpy on the phone with the Chickengoddess, and now I can’t concentrate properly at work, either. This makes one move every year since we moved to Atlanta, and I’m beginning to think that the universe is trying to tell me something…