Saturdays are for....
Check out this spider web! It's on the driver's side mirror of The Divine Though Blogless Elizabeth's car. It's been there for days. Really! DAYS! (Well, either that or the spider keeps building it over and over again -- but still, this is what it looked like after she drove the almost two miles between our houses, and then the additional couple of miles to our first destination of the day! Yesterday, the spider was there too.
I sure wish MY lace would stand up to that sort of abuse.
Saturday is also for ignoring the rules. We went out to lunch ... here
where, despite the lovely al fresco dining opportunities, we went inside to enjoy the air conditioning.
This was a good choice. We were treated to one of the new waiters. Meet Thomas:
Thomas is a good waiter. My favorite kind. He chats just enough so that you learn things like ... he also has great taste in movies, totally understands our sense of humor, and flatters his customers just enough, and never too much. But, he doesn't hover or make you wonder when he's going to go away already so you can finish your conversation. He takes your order in a way that it at least seems as though whatever you ordered was perfectly reasonable. He didn't even blink when this was all we packaged up to take home with us.
what? you don't take order multiple desserts at lunch? (I finished the mousse, or there might have been three boxes). On Saturdays, it's just not reasonable to ask us to choose between awesome mousse, Chocolate Love Cake and a Brownie TRIO! Thomas understood this.
We like Thomas.
Saturdays are also for being a little awed by the bizarre.
(So, which is more bizarre? That this is how the toilet paper looked in this restaurant's bathroom, or that I took its picture.) But seriosuly, why are there three rolls on top of the rolls on the rollers? Why are all three of the rolls that AREN'T on the rollers 4/5 gone? Why doesn't anyone use the ones on the rollers (well, perhaps because getting at them is so challenging).
Saturday afternoons are for going to the movies. We saw Julie & Julia, and I for one enjoyed it thoroughly. It almost made me dash out to buy Mastering the Art of French Cooking (after all, French IS my favorite cuisine). It also made me wonder whether I was being a "good enough" blogger. How does one define that? Does my blog need a plan? A goal? A big long project that I will take you all through step by step? (Yes, longer than knitting up some simple (or complex) sweater or shawl ... a multi-stop project). Ought I pick out some year long thing to do?
It would likely take me a year to decide on the thing to do for a year.
Instead, I came home to take pictures of my knitting.
Here is the Must Have Cardigan, back on the needles. I've almost finished the back (again).
I think about another half inch or so, and then I'll tuck in a little short-row shoulder shaping.
Chrysopolis is still in time out. But photographing her at least identified the problem for me.
I can see things in this picture that, somehow, I couldn't see without the camera. Looking at it here, though, the problem is obvious. How I missed it is beyond me. At least that means it'll be relatively easy to fix. Looks like I only have to drop down by about seven rows. I can do that!
Tomorrow -- new socks on the needles (and some nifty tips for dpn users).