Butterfly World

 One of my favorite places to visit is the Butterfly World in Coconut Creek. I don't go very often, because  (1) it's a little expense and (2) it's a long ride to get there. But this weekend they were giving free admission to all mothers, so mom and I decided to go. I was surprised at how close it was to my new apartment. It was only about a half-hour drive, which really isn't bad at all. I'm thinking of investing in the annual membership, which would make it a very reasonable weekend, or even afternoon, activity.

 Needless to say, mom and I had a great time. I took over 100 pictures (I love digital cameras!), including a great one of my mom looking at the butterfly on her shoulder. A couple of the pictures are going to be framed for my wall. And most of the rest will become note cards.

Q I L T T E O

I've recently become obsessed with an online game, Words with Friends. This is, of course, my children's fault. My two oldest have smart phones, and while my daughter was down visiting they were constantly checking their phone for moves. The two kids play against each other, against friends and co-workers, and even against total strangers.

The only real complaint I have about my children is that they don't call me often enough. (In fact, I had a little discussion about that with my oldest, explaining to her the immense fear and guilt I carry around with me that something horrible will happen to her and it will be weeks before I find out because not getting a phone call is normal.) Since the kids really seemed to like the game enough to play even with me, and since scrabble is one of my favorite board games, I decided to add the app to my Nook.

So far I've won two of the three games with my son. (And yes, I'm bragging about that.) The first game was played fast and furious. I was actually a little concerned with how quickly he would respond, because I knew he was at work. We've calmed down to just making three or four moves a day. There's been some memorable moments, such as his response when I texted him "Why are you still up so late?" after he had sent me a move at 12:15 am: "Who are you, my mother? Oh wait, you are." Mostly, though, I just enjoy the quick interaction with my son throughout the day as we add a word to the game.

With my daughter, the game is much slower. We're still battling the first round. Moves are deliberate, which is a nice way of saying it takes her a week to respond to me. Sigh. I content myself with the knowledge that her life is full, and she's busy researching words to play against me.

By the way, my youngest does not have a smart phone and claims that even if she did have one with the Words with Friends app, she knows better than to challenge mom to scrabble. Or Trivia. But she would be willing to play Dodge Ball or Volley Ball or just about any other "real" game against me.

In the past few days, I've expanded beyond my family.I've found friends online, and have been found by friends online, to play the game with. I have several games in process, which makes me feel like one of the popular geeks. I accept all challenges, so look me up. I'm sandrilene, or just find me on facebook.

Sandi knit a little lamb, a little lamb, and another lamb.

I really love this pattern. Even if it does mean that I'm going to have to seam everything up. And even if the pattern was wrong and I have to re-knit one of the front pieces because the lamb is facing the wrong way.

Rainbow Cake

It really isn't safe to leave me alone, bored, in a kitchen. I didn't have the ingredients for cookies, or good cupcakes. So I settled for playing with a cake mix.

The result is that I'm still alone in the house, I'm back to being bored, and there is pretty cake.

Ninja Spider

I may have to move.

Seriously. I won't ever be able to sleep in the apartment again. And I can't go into the bathroom without someone accompanying me, which really isn't at all practical. So the only sensible thing to do is to move.

The whole thing started a couple of days ago. I was in the bathroom, never mind what I was doing in there but I was minding to my own business, when I looked up and saw a huge spider on the shower curtain. He looked right at me, and shook one of his long, hairy legs. No really, he did. I ran out of the room, ran back in and grabbed my clothes, then ran back out again. By the time I convinced my daughter to go in after him, he was gone.

Yesterday, I saw him again. And once again, he gestured at me. My daughter tried to convince me that he was just waving "hello." But in my heart I knew that he was not being friendly.

This morning, he made his move. He jumped me! He literally jumped on top of me. It's a good thing that the bolt was still on the front door, because otherwise I would have made it out into the parking lot before I stopped screaming. My daughter went back into the bathroom for a towel and my clothes, which she thought was more important than killing that spider. I really wish she had gone for the spider first, since it was gone by the time she got back in there.

As far as I'm concerned, the spider has won. The bathroom is all his. I'll be joining a gym and showering there until I can find a new apartment.

Really, all you need to become a good knitter are wool, needles, hands, and slightly below-average intelligence. Of course, superior intelligence, such as yours and mine, is an advantage. (Elizabeth Zimmerman)

Today made up for Thursday. I made it to the knitting group, after a way-too-long absence and was enthusiastically welcomed back.

I guess you really can go home again. You just have to figure out where home really is.

Who are you again?

I don't have much to say today. I'm feeling very depressed. I made arrangements to see an old co-worker, and it just wasn't the thrill that I thought it would be. I wasn't expecting hugs and tears of welcome, but I also wasn't expecting distraction and inattention.

Oh well, they say you can't go home again.* I guess that applies to jobs that you felt were your home, as well.

*Note to my daughter: YOU can come home anytime. So disregard the second paragraph above!

Monkeys and sheep, with a mobius twist

I finished my monkey socks, and then promptly sent them home with Cari without ever getting a picture of them. Drats!

My next project was a lace mobius cowl. I didn't really want to knit a cowl, because really, what am I going to do with a cowl? (For those who don't know what a cowl is, it's basically a looped scarf.) But mom wanted to knit the pattern, and since the pattern involved a really cool cast-on method that I knew I'd have to help her with anyway, I decided to make it a knit-along project. I tried to talk Cari into casting one on as well, but that was too hard a sell. I found some really great yarn at Hobby Lobby and immediately fell in love with the project.

Well, maybe not so immediately. It took me almost a dozen attempts to cast on. Once I finally got it figured out, the knitting was great. I finished in just a couple of days (mom, meanwhile, never did catch on to the cast-on). I did my bind off, and discovered that the extra stitches I had added, thinking that the original number called for in the pattern was going to make the cowl too small for me to wear, ended up being a mistake. The cowl was just too big around and it looked ridiculous. So I pulled the entire thing out, and started over again. This time I cast on just the number called for in the pattern (taking only two attempts this time to get it right), and I reknit the entire cowl. It is a fun knit, so doing it the second wasn't a heartbreak. And it turned out to be beautiful. I'm going to have to buy a plain purple, or maybe just a black, t-shirt so that I can wear it to work. The lace gives it more of a collar or shawl look, rather than being a heavy scarf. And the yarn is so soft and pretty! Unfortunately, I still haven't gotten a picture of the finished project. But as soon as I do, I'll post it. For the record, the stretchy lace also means that you can get it on and off without messing up your hair. (This was Cari's big reason against knitting it.)

After the mobius, I started a lamb project using cotton yarn bought while we were at Hobby Lobby. I won't say who this is for, but it is a 12 month size. (Hint, hint.) I found the pattern in a book from the library called Creature Comforts by Amy Bahrt. What a wonderful book! I think I'm going to end up buying a copy of it. Besides the lambs, which I couldn't resist knitting, there are sweaters with cows, and ducks, and an elephant that will probably be my next project - they're all so cute! And color work is so much fun to knit. It really is a shame that so many of my relatives and friends with babies failed to send me pictures of their children in the things I've already knit for them. Luckily, there are still a number of babies I need to knit for, so I'm happy.

April Reading List

Books Read in April

052 - 01 Hide in Plain Sight, by Marta Perry (4/1)
053 - 02 You Belong to Me, by Karen Rose (4/1)  AUDIOBOOK 
054 - 03 Copper Beach, by Jayne Ann Krentz (4/4) 
055 - 04 It Happened One Season, by Laurens, Balogh, D'Alessandro, and Hern (4/6)

056 - 05 The Surgeon, by Tess Gerritsen (4/10)  
057 - 06 The Bright Forever, by Lee Martin (4/11)
058 - 07 The Bone Garden, by Tess Gerritsen (4/12) AUDIOBOOK
059 - 08 Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,  by Anne Tayler (4/14)
060 - 09 Irresistible Forces, by Brenda Jackson (4/15) 
061 - 10 A  Very Special Delivery, by Linda Goodnight (4/15) 
062 - 11 Married by Mistake, by Abby Gaines (4/16) 
063 - 12 The Bride's Baby, by Liz Fielding (4/16)
064 - 13 Code Triage, by Candace Calvert (4/18)
065 - 14 The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern (4/18)
066 - 15 Body of Evidence, by Tess Gerritsen  (4/21)
067 - 16 Baby Bonanza, by Maureen Child (4/25) 
068 - 17 Vanish, by Tess Gerritsen (4/26) 
069 - 18 Double Dare, by Rhonda Nelson (4/26)
070 - 19 A Bride for Tom, by Ruth Ann Nordin (4/26)
071 - 20 The Billionaire Wins the Game, by Melody Anne (4/27)
072 - 21 A Husband for Margaret, by Ruth Ann Nordin (4/29) 
073 - 22 Edith, by Mirriam Smyth (4/29)

I was really bothered by Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant. Most of the time when you read a story about a dysfunctional family, you think tend to think either that "at least they're amusing" or "thank goodness my family isn't as bad as all that." With this book, all I could think was "please, we're not anything like that, I hope." It wasn't until I read the Reader's Guide, with A Conversation with Anne Tyler, that I figured out why the book bothered me  so much. It was the theme of the story: 

In a sense, I think we're all doomed. We can repeat our parents' mistakes or we can bend over backwards not to repeat them and end up making mistakes of contrariness; but either way, we're still under their influence. (Tyler, Anne. Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant. New York: Ballentine Books, 1982. )

Unfortunately, I think that Anne Tyler may be right, and our families doom us to our future.

If you like an instrument that sings, play the saxophone. At its best it's like the human voice. (Stan Getz)

Most teenagers dream of playing the electric guitar. Or at least the drums.

 My baby bought a sax.

She is so-very much the daughter of my heart!

(I just hope the neighbors understand.)

Real Life Sucks.

I liked it a lot better when my daughter was here, and I could stay home from work and just do fun things with her. Unfortunately, I had to take her to the airport early this morning (and I do mean early - we left my house at 5:30 am!) and then it was back to work and real life for me.

I miss her so much already!

I finally saw the Castle!

After years of talking about it, I finally made it to the Coral Castle. It was even one of the things that had been on my 50 by 50 list. I'm so glad my daughter agreed to go with me. It was fantastic.

When we first pulled into the parking lot, I was a little leery. We had driven an hour and a half to get there, and the place looked way too small and somewhat shabby to be worth a three hour round trip. Especially since there was a $15 entry fee. Per person. But I've been wanting to see it for so long, and we had driven so far to get there, we decided to go on in.

Wow. The first sign that you see, says it all. In my opinion, it also sums up the personality of Ed Leedskalnin. Ed designed and did all the work for the Coral Castle back in the 1940s. Ed was a tiny man, only about 5' tall and 100 lbs, and yet he managed to carve out and move literally thousands of pounds of rock with only the machinery he built himself.

Seeing Rock Gate Park (Ed's original name for his sculpture garden) would have been wonderful on it's own, just for the beauty. But we were lucky to be taken around by an amazing guide. She knew her history, both of the Coral Castle and the world in general, and she was able to pull references from mythology, ancient and current religions, history, literature, and even the Free Masons as she discussed the various elements. She presented a lot of theories on how and why Ed created the Castle, and while I don't go along with the majority I thought it was very interesting. (It reminded me of literature classes - I'm still convinced that most authors would be surprised by the symbolism and themes that they are attributed with.) We really weren't ready for her tour to end, and were amazed to find out that we had been there over two hours without realizing the passage of time. It was that good!

One happy surprise was learning that Florida residents get a free pass to come back as often as they want for two years. I can't wait to go back!

The original ten-cents admission is a far cry from the $15 it costs today. But that was a lot of money in the depression, so Ed would barter with families, taking food that he would then turn around and sell as concessions. Smart man!

 

 Ed lived in a tiny one-room house above his rock garden, without any electricity or running water.

A view of the Coral Castle grounds.

This is one of the reading chairs. Ed carved three, placing them where he could get the best light following the sun's path in the morning, mid-day, and afternoon .

Cari, looking through the rock telescope.

The telescope lines up perfectly to see the north star.

Cari and our guide move the back gate. This weighed something like 5,000 lbs (I forget the exact weight), but because Ed worked out a pivot system it can still be moved today by a couple of girls. Ed had no formal education, so how he was able to design and build this is still unexplained. Although there are a lot of fantastic theories.

Random PicturesThe

I caught the girls reading poetry. Poetry! I knew I was raising geeks, but still.

My son and his girlfriend. I spent the entire weekend calling her by the wrong name. I didn't mean to. She's very sweet. I'm just really bad with names, and a horrible mother for not getting it right until AFTER they went home.

Yeah, we know who Gramma's favorite is.

Although Cari comes in a close second.

All I asked was that the kids have a family picture taken, since the last one I have of the three of them was taken almost ten years ago. This is all I got. It will serve them right when I use it on my Christmas cards this year.

I think this is one of my all-time favorite pictures of the kids. I'm not sure why.

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Food, friends, family.

Before my daughter moved to NYC, she met - and impressed - Lillian. At the time Lillian owned our favorite Cuban restaurant - which impressed my daughter. So when Lillian found out Cari was coming home for a visit, she asked if we could all get together for dinner.

The dinner was marvelous! Cuban pork, wonderfully seasoned, with rice and beans. I provided the dessert - Cherry Rose Cupcakes: chocolate cupcakes with dried cherries that had been soaked in Four Roses Bourbon, with a little more bourbon added to my Buttercream Frosting.

Even better than the food was the company. We laughed, we cried, we laughed a lot more. And everyone had a wonderful time.

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise...

The girls decided that para sailing would be the perfect sister-bonding activity.

 So off they went, leaving mom behind.

Don't worry. Mom was very happy to sit on the shore, safely reading a book while the girls floated over head.

Happy Happy Joy Joy

My daughter is home. To be more precise, my oldest daughter flew down for a 9-day visit. I'm so excited to have her home again! (Even if it is for only 9-days.)

K. loves his Grandma R!

I am so jealous of my cousin. She has the most adorable little grandson that she gets to spoil to her heart's content. She posted a couple of videos on Facebook this weekend, which is what has me so green with envy. I would love to have a grandchild to spoil.

Before I go any further, let me put in a quick disclaimer. I am very pleased that none of my children have decided to present me with a grandchild this early in their lives. It makes me proud that they have each recognized that they are not in a position to have children yet. (For pete sakes, my youngest is just finishing her first year of college!) Despite my desire for a grandchild, I am perfectly willing to wait for one.

In the meantime, however, it would be nice if one of my younger relatives or friends, many of whom are  having babies, would grant me the privilege of being an honorary grandma (or great-aunt, or whatever) so that I could have a child to spoil. Just think of all the adorable baby outfits, and toys, and stuff I could have fun making for him or her. Not to mention all the wonderful ideas I have gathered over the years for cards and letters and books. I'd offer free babysitting and even some parental spoiling, too. All I would want in return is an abundance of pictures (easy in this day of digital camera and internet connections) that I  could show off.

Oh well. I'm probably too young to be called "Nana Sandi" anyway.

A red scarf for recognition

I haven't been doing much of anything lately. I go to work, and stay way too long. (At this point, my job owes me 48 hours of comp time. I'm taking off a week to spend with my daughter, and I'll still have 2 days plus my 2 week vacation this year.) Then I go and knit at the Barnes & Noble, or at the library. I think I'm just trying to avoid going home each day, where there's too much cleaning to be done and not enough room to accomplish anything. I still think I could really love my apartment, if I only had less furniture and boxes. (It's odd to say I want less furniture, since I really need a dining room table and a couch. But there isn't any room for the necessary stuff with a large dresser, four end  tables, and two looms taking up all the space.) But I don't mean to whine.

I actually just meant to do an introduction for a kniterary reference I found. You see, while knitting I've been reading. The Nook tablet is wonderful for that, since you don't have to  hold it open to the page and it can be easily propped up to a comfortable reading angle. One of the books I've been reading (I still have the bad habit of having several books going at once. Start-i-tis doesn't only affect my knitting.), is The Night Circus. I was very surprised to find this kniterary passage:

While they wait for the train Elizabeth takes out her knitting needles and a  skein of deep red wool. ...
The train arrives shortly after the sun has fully risen, and on the way to Boston the stories continue, while  Elizabeth knits and Lorena props her head up sleepily on her arm.

I love that this minor character, Elizabeth, just automatically pulls out her knitting while they wait for the train. Her companion is bored (Lorena props up her head), but Elizabeth goes on to finish a red scarf that she then randomly gives to a fellow traveler. The Night Circus is a wonderful book full of mystery and magic and populated with people that I could never be; and then suddenly there's Elizabeth, who briefly interacts with these fantasy people and gives me hope for my own normal life. I think Elizabeth is my new hero. And how appropriate that she is named Elizabeth, after the knitting superstar Zimmermann!

I can't help listening.

I like to listen to the conversations going on around me when I'm out in public. It's not that I'm trying to eavesdrop. Well, not exactly.  I definitely don't do it with any malicious intent. It's just a habit I got into back when I was younger, and dreaming of becoming a writer. I listen to the conversations around me in order to get material for stories, and to learn other rhythms and cadences of speech so that the stories will have a true voice. I no longer intentionally listen, but I can't help 'overhearing on purpose.'  Some of the snippets of conversation can be very entertaining. I thought I would share a few comments out of my recent collection.

Overheard at the coffee shop:

"I'm not a lawyer, but I've watched them on TV and this is what I would advise you to do..."

Overheard while I was shopping:

"I'd be a very relaxed person, if I wasn't so stressed from work."

While standing in line in a restaurant, I overhead the following. It was probably memorable enough on it's own, since I can't believe that anyone would be so bad-mannered as to do this much less admit it in public. But it was said by a young man, probably in his early 20's, who was obviously trying to impress a couple of girls he had just met.

"Yeah, you might not want to go into the girls room. The men's room was full, so I snuck into the girls. And I figured that as long as I was there, I might as well pee on the seat. Yep, I pee'd all over the seat. Just shook my junk around and around. It's a mess. I wish I coulda seen the face on the woman waiting to get in after me."

Happy Easter!

Normally, I think of family, church and chocolate for Easter. This year was a little different. The emphasis was church, bells and butterflies.

We didn't have our usual family egg hunt. The family egg hunt has been carried on since the early 1920's. (Okay, I might possibly be exaggerating, but not by much.) It started when my grandmother was a little girl, and this is the first time in the history of the family egg hunt that the tradition has been broken. (Okay, I'm exaggerating again. I happen to know that my cousin held a family egg hunt up in New Jersey, so the tradition is still intact.) But this is the first year that I couldn't coordinate my children's work/school schedules.

Besides being disappointed that none of my kids had time to find plastic eggs with me, I was also upset that none of them went to church with me. Okay, I understand that getting up and leaving the house at 5 am in order to attend sunrise service is a hard sell. I honestly expected to go to that service alone. (I hadn't expected to find the church standing room only, though. This new church has a lot of really die-hard Episcopalians. I love it!) I did think that at least one of them (probably not the one living in NYC) would make it to the CCBR service with me. It was the last bell choir performance of the year, and I thought I dropped enough hints ("I really think you should come hear me play the bells, considering all the school/sport/band events I attended over the years to watch you"). All I can say is that they missed an amazing performance, the likes of which will never be matched. (At least, it won't be if we start practicing a little earlier in the season.) Since I was the only ringer (hey, it's not my fault that's what we're called) smiling, I managed to garner enough compliments to enable me to forget my children stood me up.

Although I didn't get to have the family egg hunt, I did get to participate in another wonderful Easter tradition. CCBR does a butterfly release every year. It was beautiful! And then I remembered to pull out my camera. Sigh. Luckily one of my favorite kids agreed to model for me. (Don't you love her nail polish?) 

I didn't get a picture of the butterfly actually flying away. We coaxed prodded, but the butterfly just sat in the envelope. I finally turned to see if anyone had any ideas on how to get it out of the envelope, and the darn thing took off as soon as my back was turned.

Despite the lack of pictures, chocolate, children and plastic eggs, it was still a pretty nice day. After all...

Alleluia, Christ is risen.He is risen indeed. Alleluia!

Pinned to the Internet

It might seem like it, but I'm not spending all of my time on Pinterest. I had a mini Glee marathon this afternoon. And I uploaded a bunch of podcasts to listen to on my commute to and from work this week.

I also knit this adorable bunny rabbit, using a pattern I found online -- thanks to Pinterest! I couldn't believe how quickly it knit up. I spent less than an hour on it, using some Caron Dazzleaire yarn I had in my stash, and that includes the finishing. Of course, I did modify the pattern to knit the body in the round (eliminating the seaming up the back) and I knit i-cords for the arms and legs (again, eliminating the seaming). I love how easily this pattern can be adapted to make different animals and people.


The pan behind my bunny is a Sopapilla Cheesecake. I found the recipe on Pinterest, and decided it would be perfect for Easter brunch. Although when I'll have time for brunch, I'm not sure. There's 6:30 am service at my church, followed by a trip south to Boca for 9:00 am bell rehearsal and 10 am service. After that I'm heading north to mom's for Easter dinner. I think I'll have to take a slice with me to eat in the car.

That is, if I don't eat it as a late night snack.

Java Circus Monkeys

I stopped at Barnes and Noble after work today, and spent an hour reading Night Circus. I had borrowed the book from the library, but didn't get it finished before the due date. Unfortunately, there were holds on that book, which meant I couldn't renew it. Rather than put my name on the waiting list, I decided to spend an hour reading it at B&N. This turned out to be a great idea. I was able to read uninterrupted, without feeling like I should go wash the dishes first.

I found a new favorite drink, too. It's a Java Chip affogato style. Affogato means that they add a shot of expresso on top of the frappacino before adding the whipped cream. It makes all the difference in the world.

So between the book, the drink, and the Monkeys I'm knitting out of Koigu (my favorite sock pattern with my favorite yarn), it was a marvelous afternoon.

I could be a bit obsessed. Again.

I was so excited to have the internet readily available again. I would be able to do research, keep in touch with friends and family, post regularly, and generally live my life for the good once again. Or so I told myself. The truth was, I knew I would quickly find myself obsessively logged on. I thought it would be facebook, where I would post frequent status updates, each one more annoyingly stupid than the previous one. (I can't help it. I really like clever status statements, but I am really bad at coming up with something original.) Perhaps instead I would become a chatty-cathy on the Ravelry boards.

Instead, I found pinterest. I really love pinterest. It's the best (prettiest, funniest, weirdest) of the web, pictured in one location. I can, and already have, spend hours looking at all the great stuff people have found online. And anything that takes my fancy can be claimed and pinned to my own boards for others to admire.

It's not a total waste of  time. I did find a really amazing recipe for broccoli.

 

I've already made it, and it is "The Best Broccoli of Your Life." It was so simple. Just toss fresh broccoli with a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper, and spread it out on a cookie sheet. Toss some sliced garlic on top, and stick it in the oven at 450 for about 20 minutes. When the broccoli is cooked, season with lemon and grated Parmesan cheese (I didn't have a lemon, so I just sprinkled a  little lemon juice) and eat. All I can say is, YUM!

By the way, I think I undid any healthy effects of the broccoli by pairing it with this:

Pigs in a Blanket!

Purple Plant People

 I was given an orchid for Easter. I've always wanted an orchid, but I've never been brave enough to get one. They seem so delicate and exotic, which is more than my more-brown-than-green thumb can handle. I know that you have to just mist them instead of watering. (Note to self - buy a mister.) And they don't like direct sunlight. But that's the extent of my knowledge. Thank goodness for google.

I like that all of my plants coordinate. Maybe I was meant to grow purple plants.

Just tell me what I want to hear

I went out shopping this evening for a table. I would have settled for a desk, or even a decent TV tray. But since I actually had money to spend, naturally I couldn't find anything I liked. (Does anyone else live under that axiom? You can only find what you want when you're not shopping for it.) Being in a mood, I decided that if I couldn't find a work space, I'd just get something to work on. So I bought yarn to weave kitchen towels.

Yeah, I know. Buying the yarn makes absolutely no sense at all. Which is probably why I greeted the cashier with, "Your only appropriate response is Yes." Naturally, his response was, "Huh?" So I explained further. "Just remember that the answer to my question is Yes." "What question?" he wanted to know, clearly confused by the crazy lady. "Do you think I can have the towels finished by Easter?" I asked. "Oh, no," he assured me.  "There's no way they'll be ready by then." 

Now he had me confused. He sounded so sure.  "You were supposed to tell me Yes." He just shook his head sadly. "I want to tell you Yes, but I can't. They won't be ready. Not by Easter. But maybe somebody at the Customer Service desk can help you if you really need them by then." 

I know that I probably won't have time to warp, weave two kitchen towels, and hand-sew the hems in the next five days. And I definitely won't get the matching dish clothes knit. But to have a complete stranger (and a teenage boy at that!) tell me that I was being unrealistic was just too much. I thought about crying.

As I was gathering up my bags to leave, he had one last question: "What are we talking about, anyway?"

March Reading List

Books Read in March

037 - 01 Laced With Magic, by Barbara Bretton (3/2)
038 - 02 Explosive Eighteen, by Janet Evanovich (3/3)
039 - 03 Foundation, by Mercedes Lackey (3/3)
040 - 04 Intrigues, by Mercedes Lackey (3/6)
041 - 05 Changes, by Mercedes Lackey (3/7)
042 - 06 Spells & Stitches, by Barbara Bretton (3/8)
043 - 07 Love In A Nutshell, by Janet Evanovich & Dorien Kelly (3/10)
044 - 08 Mastiff, by Tamora Pierce (3/19)
045 - 09 The Sinner, by Tess Gerritsen (3/22)
046 - 10 Chasing Fireflies, by Charles Martin (3/23)
047 - 11 Smoke in Mirrors, by Jayne Ann Krentz (3/25) 
048 - 12 The Doctor's Secret Baby, by Teresa Southwick (3/25) 
049 - 13 Canyons of the Night, by Jayne Ann Krentz (3/26)
050 - 14 Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs (3/26)
051 - 15 I Shot You Babe, by Leslie Langtry (3/28)


I think Chasing Fireflies was one of my favorite books this month. Okay, Mastiff was definitely my favorite, mostly because I'm such a long-time fan of Tamora Pierce and I had waited so long for this third book in the series. (I'm just sad that it's the final book in that particular series. She did a great job tying it into the other series, though!) But Chasing Fireflies surprised me. I borrowed it from the library on a whim. For the first three or four pages, I was trying to figure out why I insist on being so impulsive when borrowing book instead of taking my time to find what I really want. After that, I was too engrossed in the story to wonder why. By the end, I found myself wondering what else Charles Martin has written. There are a lot of really serious topics, and yet this it doesn't read as a "serious" book. I definitely recommend it as a Must-Read.

Another Must-Read is Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs. I had seen it at the bookstore and debated buying it, but decided against  it. Instead, I got a copy of it from the library. I may need to go back to the bookstore so that I can keep a copy forever. The story starts out fairly innocently, and lures you into thinking it's going to be a sweet, but cheesy, novel based on a clever gimmick (a series of strange photographs provide "proof" for the unusual characters in the story). Before you realize it, you've been sucked into the story -- which has become a much deeper with social nuances and heavy themes tucked in among the cheesiness. It's totally wonderful. I've also been inspired to go through my collection of old, unidentified family photos so that I can make up wild tales about the people in them. (This can be taken as a warning of future post material.)

Bearded Lady

This has nothing to do with anything that's going on today. But since today was nothing special, and I didn't want to come back just to whine, I decided I'd share a picture of my beautiful daughter. She's very special, you know.

I mean, it's not every girl that can carry off a knitted beard.

Not to mention that not every girl has a mother that will knit her a bear.

Did I say Monday? I meant Thursday.

I didn't get the artist's name,
but I thought this puzzle picture was amazing.

Just in case it wasn't obvious, I didn't get online Monday as planned. I won't go into the full story, but basically the cable guy was a "no show, no call." I was very upset. It's probably a good thing that I couldn't get online to tell the world how I felt.

The appointment was rescheduled, and I finally have internet service at home. It's very exciting. I've been jumping from website to website, getting absolutely nothing done. I think I could stay online all night, except that my daughter just offered to take me to the movies. We're off to see The Hunger Games, which totally eclipses peopleofwalmart.com.

I"m making a come-back. Finally!

Today, hopefully, is the last time I'll have to go out to access the internet. Don't get me wrong. I love spending time in the library, and having an excuse to get a latte from Starbucks. But there is only so much you can get done while sitting out in public. Especially since my wallet and my bladder will only allow so much coffee before I have to call it quits and go home. Add to that slow connections (both the library and Barnes & Noble tend to get a little crowded in the afternoon), and it's enough to make the most dedicated Geek pick up an old-fashioned pen and paper.

Tomorrow the cable guy is scheduled to come out to install the internet service in my apartment. If all goes well, by tomorrow evening I will be back to spending hours online in the comfort, and solitude, of my home. Theoretically, I should be able to sleep better since there won't be a need to consume endless lattes in order to catch up with friends and family. In reality, though, I know I'll be compulsively checking facebook and ravelry late into the night. I'm looking forward to seeing episodes of my favorite TV shows on Hulu and maybe even netflix -- something that's been missing in my cable-free apartment. I'll also get to see my of my daughter. We probably won't increase our interaction, since we'll both be caught up in the 'net, but at least I'll get to look over the top of my laptop and see her face as she stares into her computer screen across the table. (She's been hanging with the cool Starbucks nerds while I tend to sit with the bookish crowd at B&N).

I wish I could say that giving up cable and internet for six months taught me a wonderful life lesson, or allowed me to grow in wonderful ways. But it didn't. I thought I would get out and exercise more. I thought I would spend my time constructively and creatively, spinning and weaving and writing wonderfully long letters to my friends and family. At the very least, I thought I would be driven to fill the silence in the house with the sounds of cleaning and that excessive vacuuming, dusting, and washing would lead to an such an immaculate house that everyone who visited would be envious of our electronics-free status. Yeah, none of that happened.

I have a feeling that getting a home connection to the internet probably isn't going to make me an amazingly interesting and prolific blogger, or help me to improve my social life (unless having online friends is considered a social life by anyone other than the most dedicated geeky-nerds), and it almost certainly won't mean that I'll be exercising more. But maybe I'll clean the house more often, since spending more time at home will give ma chance to notice the dirt.

February Reading List

Books Read in February

019 - 01 A Gentleman's Bargain, by Patricia Waddell (2/3)
020 -02 Becca By the Book, by Laura Jensen Walker (2/4)
021 - 03 Thicker Than Water, by Maggie Shayne (2/4)
022 - 04 Feels Like Family, by Sherryl Woods (2/6)
023 - 05 Nowhere Near Respectable, by Mary Jo Putney (2/9)
024 - 06 The Cat Sitters Pajamas, by Blaize Clement (2/10)
025 - 07 In Too Deep, by Jayne Ann Krentz (2/10)
026 - 08 No Place Like Home, by Debra Clopton (2/12)
027 - 09 Instant Family, by Elisabeth Rose (2/12)
028 - 10 Threading the Needle, by Marie Bostwick (2/13) AUDIOBOOK
029 - 11 Summer on Blossom Street, by Debbie Macomber (2/14)
030 - 12 Only Yours, by Susan Mallery (2/16) 
031 - 13 The Ritual Bath, by Faye Kellerman (2/17)
032 - 14 Always the Baker Never the Bride, by Sandra D. Bricker (2/19)
033 - 15 Hummingbird Lake, by Emily March (2/21)
034 - 16 A Turn in the Road, by Debbie Macomber (2/23)
035 - 17 Three Wishes, by Barbara Delinsky (2/26)
036 - 18 Dashing Through the Snow, by Mary Higgins Clark & Carol Higgins Clark (2/26)

January Reading List

Books Read in January

001 - 01 Solomon's Oak, by Jo-Ann Mapson (1/3)
002 - 02 Thanksgiving, by Janet Evanovich (1/5)
003 - 03 Changing the World, edited by Mercedes Lackey (1/6)
004 - 04 Stranger in My Arms, by Lisa Kleypas (1/8)
005 - 05 Murder with Peacocks, by Donna Andrews (1/12)
006 - 06 Friday's Child,  by Georgette Heyer (1/14)
007 - 07 A Thread So Thin, by Marie Bostwick (1/14)
008 - 08 At Last Comes Love,  by Mary Balogh (1/15)
009 - 09 The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted, by Bridget Asher (1/15)
010 - 10 The Nonesuch, by Georgette Heyer (1/16)
011 - 11 Restless Hearts, by Marta Perry (1/16)
012 - 12 Yankee Doodle Dixie, by Lisa Patton (1/19)
013 - 13 Honey Moon,  by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (1/22)
014 - 14 Heartstrings and Diamond Rings, by Jane Graves (1/25)
015 - 15 The Husband Test, by Betina Krahn (1/28)
016 - 16 Historical Christmas Stories, by K. James, L. Elliot, H. Pozzessere (1/29)
017 - 17 The Lost, by JD Robb, P. Gaffrey, M. Blayney, R. Langan (1/29)
018 - 18 Talk of the Town, by E. James, J. London, RH Lee, J. Navin (1/30)

On the inside, looking out

Tom let a bird into church today. I don't think he meant to, although as a pastor I supposed he should encourage all of God's creatures. But a blue jay really isn't happy inside, and this one kept running into windows trying to find a way out instead of using the doors we propped open for it. At one point, the poor thing literally knocked himself silly, and we thought for sure we would be burying it before the end of the day. But Tom managed to coax the bird outside, and it flew off without a backward glance.

No Resolutions

I have come to a realization. I'm a list-maker. I've always been a list-maker.

For a long time, I honestly thought I was writing out goals. That's what you're supposed to do, right? Make a list of everything you want to do (your goals), then do them. So I wrote my goals out. A list of goals to accomplish for the day. A list of goals to knit for the year. A list of goals to accomplish by the time I reached my 50th birthday. Weight goals. Household goals. Life goals.

And every day, no matter how much I get done, I never managed to complete the goals for that day. Or that year. Or that lifetime. It's very discouraging. No matter how good my intentions are, I'm a failure because I just can't seem to meet all my goals.

This past week, I've been making a list of my goals for the year. I have a list of things that I want to knit (many of which were on my list from last year). I have a list of things I want to accomplish (many of them left on the list of things to do before my 50th). I have a list of things I want to get for the house. Then I thought of a list of places I want to go. And a list of books I want to read. And a list of things I want to try. And I started looking at my lists, and realized that they weren't lists of my goals. They were just lists. I'm a list maker.

Each day at work, I list everything that needs to be done. I'm never going to have time to do everything on the list. But by writing it all in one list, I can see which things absolutely have to be done, which things I should do, and what I can do when there's time in between the important tasks. I'm not getting everything done, but the list gives me the opportunity to see the possibilities.

I like that -- I'm listing possibilities rather than goals. I don't have to feel guilty for being a failure because I didn't meet all my goals. I can be proud of how many possibilities I met. This year, I'm going to embrace the listmaker in myself, and the only resolution I'm making for the new year is to enjoy the possibilities.

What's for dinner?

One of the joys of living in Florida is finding lizard in the house. I don't really mind. They're kind of cute. I just wish that they would find a better place to hide than my oven...