So it took me almost two weeks to write about our trip. But it's not like I had anything to do over those two weeks other than sit around and write.
I got to attend a dye workshop last week. That's right--just attend. As I was leaving, Bob said "what is it that you're teaching today?" I told him I wasn't teaching. So he assumed I was assisting. Not that, either. Not setting up, taking down, or organizing. Just attending. It was supposed to be as part of the monthly meeting for the local weaver's guild (which I recently rejoined. I join about once every five years). But only two of us showed up, plus the person running it. So I got to do my personal dye sample run on some small skeins of cotton--I'll probably weave them up on my new little loom (and take pictures them). But the person running it--Michelle--is a friend that I don't get to see very often, so after we cleaned up we went to a local pub (smaller, quieter, and friendlier than a bar) to have a beer and hang out for a bit. I had a beer float--which sounds godawful, but made with a good stout is actually quite tasty.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Bob has been working on a major project. 28 years ago he got a desk out of surplus for his office. He's changed jobs and offices several times since then, and his desk has followed. But he recently lost his office for a desk in the bull pen (group office), and he decided to keep his desk for a worktable. It's bigger and better than his current work table.
As the saying goes: It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time.