- headed out to the grocery store,
- picked up stitched bits of yarn for my upcoming graffiti knitting project from several friends who stitched them(designed to counter the city-sanctioned version running amok all over town, proving our neighborhood cooler and more subversive, as well as saying a big "f you" to whoever cut down my previous attempt)
- stopped at the library for more books and dvds on giant squid for our upcoming art projects, discovered the "wipe your fines" canned good donation program and stored that for a day or so from now
- went for a walk in the woods at shaker lakes as the sun went down, encountering but a couple of deer this time
I was struck by this yellow leaf amidst the sea of brown.
Aleks is reading everything these days. We drive down the street and he shouts at me from the back seat, "Mom! Why does that say egg-zit on-ly?" or "Milk! $2.99!" Or reads off names of businesses and signs I don't see and wants me to explain what it means without any sort of context. It's great, because now the reading thing is being taken care of and I can feel far less anxious about it, but it's sometimes difficult when we have to sit and decipher what the heck this tree says while Bastian runs way ahead on the path.
Fuzzy family in low light.
I still don't understand the Shaker Lakes lean-to thing. I'm not sure that I really want to though. If I had it explained, it might take away some of the magic of going on walks and ending up here to FIVE different lean-tos in different places than the previous two or three or one or whathaveyou... Every time we visit, there are new crevices to explore and they're ever-changing and I've no idea who or what changes them or why. We just check them out and sometimes add to them...
The street car going by out on the street.
We worked on the lean-to for about a half an hour before it got too terribly dark to continue hanging out.
After woodsing, we went to Target to buy Natty a birthday present (as it was her actual 23rd birthday) and some canned goods to pay off our library fines. Then we headed home to wrap it up, eat some dinner, and examine our library goods.