Friday, Chunky learned how to ride a bike.
He's 8.5 and never had a bike. We were going to buy him once Dr. Mad Scientist got a job, but sadly (?) the neighbors beat us to it.
The neighbors are a middle aged couple that live above us and have adopted Chunky and Mooch as their own. I think they were excited someone with kids were moving in to replace Sad Old Lady and her Now Dead Husband.
Anyway, I can't get over how damn fast he learned to ride. Three hours people.
I won't tell you how old I was when I learned to ride a bike. Took me forever to "get" it. Of course I also had to learn on a dirt road. Not these cushy paved streets. Lower 48 kids! I don't know if Chunky's ever really SEEN a dirt road!
On Saturday we went apple picking.
This year we picked 1.5 bushels. Expensive, but totally worth it. These apples (I don't know the specific type) are amazing. Crunchy, sweet, with just a hint of tartness.
I made seven pints of applesauce from a half bushel. I've got two and a half gallon freezer bags full of the cores and skins to make apple butter once apple cider starts hitting the shelf/farmers market.
I also finished some knitting on Saturday.
But it's secret Christmas knitting. So peeksies only for members that shall not be named.
Finally this Friday is Stitch n'Pitch in Somerset! Woot! So I really could give a rat's ass about baseball, but it's been too long since I've been around other knitters so I'm ditching the boys. I don't feel so bad ditching them. They're going to be using my Big Boss's preseason Jets tickets for the game Friday.
Alright, I'll wrap this up. My posts seem to be getting habitually more and more boring.
I fear I've lost my blogging edge. Yawn!