Summer's Almost Gone (Wasn't that a lyric in a Doors song?)

As much as I love the Fall, it just sucks that it's September...the precursor to what the Farmer's Almanac is predicting is going to be one Hellacious winter.  It's times like these I wish I were a Snowbird with a nice shuttered condo on a Florida Atlantic Beach that I could retreat to at the first sign of Frost.  But, clearly that will never happen in this lifetime, so we make do.

I just discovered that the UK Celebrity Big Brother...which is NOT AT ALL ANYTHING LIKE the US Big Brother (which, trust me, is a GOOD thing) fired up this weekend on YouTube, so every night I retire to my studio, and tune in to the day's episode (yes, it airs daily, people). I find this show extremely entertaining. Yes there's a bit of nudity here and there, and a lot of cursing (as if that would be a shocker to me), but it's really refreshing to watch the British celebs who simply refuse to take any shit from their American counterparts.  There's no backstabbing...they are simply in your face and will not hesitate to call you out on any nonsense you think you can get away with. Straight guy shares a bed with a gay guy and it's a raucous slumber party--unlike how that might go over in America.  Anyway, I digress (but seriously, if you watch Big Brother in the US, check it out....watch episode 2, 3 or 4 to get a taste of what this show is about--and how the US totally bastardized the concept they stole).

So, since I'm invested in this drivel (as the hubs would call it), I can't be distracting myself cutting fabric, or impede my hearing because I'm running the machine, so I've pulled out the hand stitching projects I've put together for my future road trips.

I HATE French knots.  Three times around the needle or four?  And Heaven forbid you stick your needle back into the thread, you'll never yank it through.

Ooops....good that I finished a project...bad that now I have to find something else to take with me on the 3 hour drive to visit our old neighbor with the Happy Hour Ladies. 

And yes....track 5, Waiting for the Sun (when I was in 7th grade my fantasy was to marry Jim Morrison--sorry, I was just not going to be a Davy Jones kind of girl.  Even at 13 my taste in men was bad boy' :) )

"Summer's almost gone
Summer's almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, it's almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer's gone?

Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night we swim the laughin' sea
When summer's gone
Where will we be?

Summer's almost gone
Summer's almost gone
We had some good times
But they're gone
The winter's comin' on
Summer's almost gone"