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I feel the rain.... i feel the rain

Monday, July 23, 2007

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.... thats all we've been hearing these few days ... Not that I am complaining given that we desperately need the rain...

Not much blogging... opps!
But I have been knitting... REALLY!

I am now halfway through my DH's socks... then i got sidetracked... really, its an emergency
Last min gift... had to make something for a friend going away... sorry cannot say more ... lets just call it Project SS.... cos she knows about my blog... in case she's snopping around... dun wanna spoil the SURPRISE!

I started on Project SS Thurday... knitted a litte on Friday... didnt like the pattern... visited the frog pond and pondered on the lily pad till about midnight... then i decided on another pattern... it was perfect... looks complicated... when it is actually not! hahaha... given i have only 2 weeks ... this is going to be a CHALLENGE for me ... since i am such a slow knitter

Didnt knit at all on Sat... cooked and washed all day for a dinner party for DH's friends ... DH LOVES to entertain... me too :) I think it turned out to be quite a success... and DH's busy planning more... who knows... an invite may be on its way :P

On the way home today... heard the song "He's Walking Her Home" by Mark Schultz (From the album Walk Her Home)

Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
Her dad said sonHave her home on time
And promise me you’ll never leave her side
The way she laughed, the dress she wore
He’d never felt like this before
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old roadWith the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home
Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one
And the doctor said come in and meet your son
His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes
And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night
He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side
A nursing home At eighty-five
And the doctor said it could be her last night
And the nurse said OhShould we tell him now
Or should he wait until the morning to find out
But when they checked her room that night
He was laying by her side
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled when he said “this is not the end”
Just for awhile,
They were 18
She was still more beautiful to him then anything
He was walking her home
Looking back
He sees it allIt was her first date the night he came to call
Boy...what a song... it never fails to bring a tear to my eye...