|What Your Handwriting Says About You|
You are very extroverted and outgoing. You are loving, friendly, and supportive. However, you are also manipulative and controlling at times.
You are very detail oriented and meticulous. You are a careful thinker and a true intellectual.
You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.
You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart.
You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous.
I find it amusing that Nora's handwriting says the same thing about her.
But I'm not going to taunt you with nothing more than a Blogthing... I'm going to show you what happens when I take my kid to get enough plants to fill a planter:
It now contains three trailing flowering things for pretty, and one each purple sage, French thyme, chamomile, curry, and spearmint [and no, I've no idea how she chose those].
Herbs are such fun. I find it amusing that these two plants both claim to be basil:
There were still a few plants left over. It turns out that two of the varieties of Rosemary I found plan on getting several feet tall. I put them in the round planters near the gazebo. (photos forthcoming when they're finished). One of the two Lavenders I wound up bringing home seems like it will work fine there. The other lavender will just have to go in the ground -- it too gets bigger than I'd paid attention to. (And why do I insist on spelling Lavendar the British way, thus having to fix it repeatedly?).
(And no, you don't get to hear about the tree yet).
Once we got our planting done, we hung around the house for awhile, and discussed exactly when C would be getting one of her presents. We'll be getting her ears pierced as soon as humanly possible -- but not today. Today, birthday or no, C had to go play in the park. Clarinet that is. Evidently her band director thinks that the year should end with a Concert in the Park.
Here we see a bunch of kids getting ready (mine has her back to us... oh well).
I think they all look great.
They of course, think they look like dorks.
Here's the crowd, before any of the playing actually began
Eventually, it was C's band's turn, and they assumed their chairs:
I don't know if you can see them, but they've all got clothespins -- trying (more successfully than not) to keep their music from blowing away.
It was a good concert.
J took it lying down... and I noticed something odd about her "jewelry".
Yep... that's a hospital bracelet. Why on earth is she still wearing it? And what do I have to do to get her to let me cut it off?? (Are all kids this... er... weird?).
So. I spent a good 2 3/4 hours hanging out in the park. I'll bet you'll never guess what I did with all this time guarding the blanket? Why, I knit socks, of course!
Sock de la Mer quite enjoyed the music. I got from the end of the gusset about 1/2 way down the foot (perhaps a tad further). I did spy another knitter in the wild, listening to the bands play, but I didn't get my camera out fast enough to catch her for the blog.
After the concert -- it was time for birthday dinner and cake and all that good birthday stuff. C claims to have had a good day. I did too. I think that counts as one in the win column for us!