No, not the eternal debate of charts v written out instructions. The other eternal debate – should I work or can I knit? We all know the correct answer, even if we don’t live the correct way. Interpret at will.
I’m so close to finishing my grey alpaca shawl! My son encouraged me last night (at bedtime! I think he was stalling). “You can finish it today, Mom!” Helpful, isn’t he? I’m 6-8 inches from the end, all narrowing down from where I am. And I don’t want to stop or end! And yet, I can’t wait to finish! (I’ve got new blocking wires to try.) Too bad I have a junta de reganos tomorrow, with an important farmers market visit before (snack week again) and a birthday party after. And maybe some grocery shopping in there. A grand day!
Mom’s blog is back. Pain and Comfort. She’s got Alabama garden pictures. The best part is that the humidity can’t come through the computer screen. No, not entirely true. I like talking to my Mom. That’s the best part.
I read a bunch of Georgette Heyer mysteries recently. So much fun! (Penhallow’s not fun at all. Consider yourself warned.) And well-written. I’m reading Joan Didion’s A Year of Magical Thinking, which is not so much fun, but also well-written, also involving death. Maybe I need to find something goofy after this one. I have a low tolerance for sad reading. (also a low tolerance for utterly horrible writing, even for the brain candy)