Knitting blog purists, I know you've all but given up on this being an actual knitting blog. Sorry. I should change the name of the blog, since it makes a promise I just can't seem to keep.
I should just accept the headaches as a fact of life. I am going to get them and they are going to shut me down, for all intents and purposes, for 24 hours every 28 or 30 days. Period. Because true to form, exactly 24 hours after the headache started, it stopped again. This time (it doesn't always happen this way) being outside in the fresh air helped. I dragged poor Vincent back up to the hill. And I do mean dragged. He dug his heels in and tried to run back home as soon as we hit the entrance to the trail. But I'm bigger than he is. I picked him up and carried him past the place where the Big Bad Wolf was last time. He still wasn't too convinced. He kept dawdling and looking behind him worriedly, making like if I gave him even a hint that we'd turn back, he was all ready to run back to the safety of home. Then again, he did not want to be too far from me, either.
Mommy, please, home?!
Come on, Vincent. It'll be ok. Let's walk. Now modeling the L.L.Bean hiking boots that I adore. I wear these for gardening, too. Well worth the dear price.
The monument says: In this spot (note the arrow near the top, presumably pointing to the exact spot) in the year 1839 Lawrence Brainerd shot a grey wolf which had been ravaging the northeast part of Franklin Co. The great beast measured six feet in length.
Lawrence Brainerd: Hero. Either that, or rich. I'm guessing rich.
Ah! Headache all better. But no knitting.