Angie, holding her specially imported nutmeg thyme unless she hates the picture, in which case that's a random organic gardener at a high end Farmer's Market in a San Francisco hotel lobby. (It could happen.) (No pictures of me until I reach my picture taking weight again (doubtful) but especially since I had a lovely salivary gland **infection and my face was puffed up (well, half of it) like a .......puff fish.) Angie was nice enough to be seen in public with me anyway. Lots of public. Cable cars. Cheesecake Factories. Street walking. Irish urchins. Tasty Salted Pig Parts.
She came bearing gifties. I showed up late. Check out those stitch markers! [Edit: Hey! What happened to the swag pic? Gah.] Sweet! That's a kitty cat face on the button/pendant at 6 o'clock in the picture. Too cute. But I did provide cable cars and Bay Views and considering it was 94 degrees when she landed in San Francisco, a pretty nice wind chill factor for strolling the wharf. Okay, it was a wee bit chilly but I'm not the hardy Midwesternenne.
She was knitting while waiting for me but no knitting commenced once I got there. We almost attempted Urban Knits Studio....
Other than Not Working, Wining and Dining about the City, what have I been up to? Not really catching up with everyone, I'm sorry to report. (Like you can't tell.) I will! Eventually. I keep getting distracted by the almost finished Mary Tudor
(which reminds me, GET OFF THE COMPUTER AND FINISH KNITTING THE BUTTONBANDS YOU LAZY SOW).
Ahem. What was I saying? Oh yes.Knitting. Hiking and sightseeing and nature. Friends and family. Reading. Mindless television watching.(C'mon, it's me. There will always be mindless television watching.) Let's just say that Chuck had better get renewed and Tony Almeida better have a really, really, really good reason. (Pictures: the trail is Phillips Loop in theRedwood Regional Park, click here, Bay Area Hiker for pictures and some other hike info in the area. The other is the playground of the elementary school in Canyon.)
OTOH, TV appears to be breaking up with me (the old; it's not you, it's me). You don't believe me? Life on Mars, cancelled. Life on the bubble. The Sarah Connor Chronicles killed Derek Reese (Brian Austin Green), effectively killing my interest in the show. (OMG, is that how old he is? Urgh.)
NCIS.Ziva loves Tony - does Tony love Ziva? And who IS that guy? No, not that one. The other one.
Gray's Anatomyis making me cry for Izzie. I hate Gray's Anatomy. Why do I have to watch it? Why?
Being Erica. I want to be Erica. Well, I want to be me but getting to do what Erica does. (The link has video so it is not a stealth surf).
Knittin Brit in WI sent me her copy of House at Riverton complete with the English spellings and a bookmark direct from The Totnes Bookshop in Devon. I can't decide if I'm more charmed by the bookmark or the book, which was a pretty riveting read considering the pace is stately and the book is long.
Okay, okay. I always want to know What Is Going On & the suspense was making me crazy. I stayed up until 2am finding out the last of Grace's secrets. I managed not to read the ending but at 599 pages? Amazing. Sometimes the endings are baffling but in this case it would have spoiled the book and it was such a good read it would be a shame. B+
Cute kitty sighting. Like a baby Nerissa (who is basically a baby herself.)
Other April reads:
Dog Days and New Tricks by John Levitt. It's Louie I love but Mason is hard to resist. A jazz musician in the City fighting Black Magic? Swoon.
Play with Fire by Dana Stabenow (5th in the series) Do not read this one if Christian fundamentalists make your blood boil or you are a Christian fundamentalist. It's a pretty compelling psychological mystery exploring relationships, religion and racism in Alaska. I heart Kate Shugak (and she would cringe to hear/read that). Of course, it's really Mutt that I love best. I'm sensing a trend. (I might have peeked ahead to see what's in store for Mutt and while she's okay, there were some other twists I did not see coming. Relax, Chris, I haven't read them out of order. (It hurts her [thumps chest] HERE when I do that.)
I've just started Suits Me: the Double Life of Billie Tipton by Diane Wood Middlebrook. She's written a bio on Ted Hughes that I wanted to read when I ran across Billie Tipton. Can you imagine? Having to live life like that in such utter secrecy? Famous to boot.
Finally finished Lover of Unreason: Sylvia Plath's Rival and Ted Hughes Other Doomed Loveby Yehuda Koren. (I keep writing Tom Hughes. Shades of old As The World Turns?) Assia starts out so spoiled and selfish it's hard to feel any empathy for her but by the end of the book, I almost admired her. If she had only had the self reliance that would have let her stand on her own she might have been a true force. As it was, she was something to be reckoned with but felt she was nothing without a man. And, naturally, a particular man. Too bad she and Sylvia Plath decided on Ted Hughes as that man.
Crow Goes Hunting
Decided to try words.
He imagined some words for the job, a lovely pack-
Clear-eyed, resounding, well-trained,
With strong teeth.
You could not find a better bred lot.
He pointed out the hare and away went the words
Crow was Crow without fail, but what is a hare?
Crow turned the words into bombs-they blasted the bunker.
The bits of bunker flew up-a flock of starlings.
Crow turned the words into shotguns, they shot down the starlings.
The falling starlings turned to a cloudburst.
Crow turned the words into a reservoir, collecting the water.
The water turned into an earthquake, swallowing the reservoir.
The earthquake turned into a hare and leaped for the hill
Having eaten Crow's words.
Crow gazed after the bounding hare
Speechless with admiration.
*It is still April, right? I'm not too late! For me. Happy Birthday!
** Swine flu. THIS is a level 5? What, there are 28 levels? What colors are they? Geez.