This weekend was spent knitting. Mostly. Knitting and visiting. Maybe a little cleaning and grocery fetching. Mostly knitting. I had a scarf commissioned a long, long time ago and had to get it finished for spring. Wool is supposed to keep you warm, and cool. Right?

The visiting was good. Morbid, but good. There’s really not a lot more to tell.

Today I bought a copy of The Friday Night Knitting Club. I don’t love paperback fiction, but sometimes I enjoy the emptiness of it. Sometimes I find a nice shallow chick-lit type of paperback to be the cheesy relief I need from the dull ache in my chest that the rest of life seems to bring. Hopefully this is a good book. It has the New York Times Bestseller flag on it. So did Eat Pray Love. I think what I’m hoping for from a book with both knitting and club in the title is an artificial sense of community that exists on the interwebs and in fiction, and in what appears to be reality in some cities. Just not here. This is the harsh, harsh land of pump-jacks and gas-pumps.

I don’t feel so well tonight.
Namaste

This entry was posted on Sunday, March 30th, 2008 at 9:04 pm and is filed under daily post.