Vienna, Maine that is. And for those of you from away, it is pronounced Vie-enna (rhymes with sigh not see).
Which means if you went to the pond, you had to go up a lot of stairs and steps…
And lastly, Whew, eh? If you count the each step up the hill as a stair, there are between 130 and 140 steps! That’s about 10 flights. You could feel the butt muscles tightening up over the week.
We lost power one night… We knew for sure when we saw Margaritaville go dark…
(ok I know it doesn’t look like much, but I took the picture from the deck… I wasn’t venturing down and up those steps in the dark, with a glass of wine, but trust me, there are lit up palm trees here!)
I brought along some mindless knitting, and actually finished a pair of socks!
Granted, they are shorties! From a single skein of Amy’s chubby sock. I had about 5 yards left over!
Other knitting news…. Ruth is having a de-stash sale, go check it out.
Part 2: Pinky’s adventures in Paradise or something like that… coming soon.
All of the Flying Pond pictures are here (mostly for my family, not sure who else would want to look at all of them!).
Part of the answer: arthritis. Disk space is about half of what it “should” be, and I’m starting to build a bridge of bone between some vertebrae. But the doc says it isn’t enough to be freaking out. Good thing I’ve signed up for this Tai Chi for Arthritis class, eh? Mostly because a friend is teaching it, but talk about timing!