We've had a date for six months for our bi-annual check-ups at our dentist's which is close to three hundred miles from here. We choose to make this trek twice a year because our dentist is a holistic practitioner, an excellent technician, and highly skilled in the tricky job of removing mercury amalgams from teeth. I had this procedure done about five years ago, but because of the expense, Roy's been having it done one or two fillings at a time at each check-up. But, we're happy to report, his last two mercury fillings were removed this trip. One more biggie we can cross off our list.
From the dentist's, we continued a hundred or so miles farther south to friends of ours who farm down in the part of our state where they actually have soil . . . and it's lovely, rich, makes-me-so-envious-I-wanna-cry, BLACK soil. There we visited and loaded the truck with some winter grain for the livestock before heading home.
I was a real rinky-dink on this trip and didn't even offer to drive. I just took advantage of riding shotgun to spend time knitting a new winter hat for my favorite husband, interspersed with a little navigation help now and then.
Here's Roy right after I plopped the hat on his head for a first-time fitting while he was reading in bed Tuesday night. Notice needles and yarn still sticking out from top of hat. (No wonder he says he didn't sleep well that night.)
I spent a little time today finishing the last few rows and here it is . . . all done. The pattern called for two tassels dangling from cords attached to the very top, but he's just not a tassel kind of guy and requested I forget about them. And I guess it looks fine tassel-less. Gotta keep the man happy.
(I tried and tried to get Zoey in this shot but she was more interested in rolling in the leaves than sitting up and smiling.)