August, it's August already

Wow, what has happened to the time thing? The whole summer, poof! I feel like this summer has whisked by. Then again, who would want it to go on any longer, with pandemics, heatwaves and, in other places, massive unrest?

Of course, we do have another whole month of summer; September can be very summery; but there's that business of school, which is more fraught than usual this year, even though (thank goodness a million times) I don't have little kids. Stephen will be teaching somehow, Elaine will be online-classing. 

Enough handwringing. What's up for August? Pretty modest goals!

• The Kaffe Fassett squares will be sewn together. My pillow is 26 inches on a side and my knitting is about 24 inches. So, hmm. 
• Will I start the lacy pullover I have been thinking of, or will I start something new with some hand-me-down yarn a friend gave me, or will I finish off another long-forgotten work-in-progress? 
• In non-knitting news, we are going to rent a cottage by a lake (not Huron, nor Erie, but Lake Ontario this time) for a week. I hope we will just hang out, maybe go to a winery, maybe have lunch on a patio, get some knitting and reading done. The provincial park with the nice beach is experiencing huge traffic problems and usually closes midday because it's already too busy, since it's within easy driving distance of Toronto and no-one is travelling abroad. So, that's a thing. 
• I may just become a great-aunt in the last week of August. The mom-to-be was weeks late being born herself, so perhaps I won't hold my breath!

And that's it. Surely something else will happen, but no huge plans are in the works.