It looks like I’m trying to cover all the topics at once. That’s what happens when you go for a long time without talking. You have a lot pent up to say, I guess.
I’ve been working all day today, really, both doing stuff around the house and doing Work work, but I can’t really point to much that I’ve gotten done. You know, it’s that phenomenon that is depressing and makes you crazy at the same time. It also makes me think along these lines:
I’m pulling together a post with several photos from World Wide Knit in Public Week (last week), but I suddenly realized I’m way behind on knitting (yes, ironic) a baby gift. The baby is due on the 4th of July, and I have to deliver the gift to dad at his office, so I had to get my knitting hustle on. Fortunately, knitting baby things has the same advantage that sewing baby clothes has: little tiny 4″ long seams. That is, they’re quick*.
And as for hockey…well, Mike Modano will be inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame, which is a very good thing, even though I’ve never especially been a Modano fan. I mean, I like him and all, but there are other players I like more. Still, good for him! He’s been on a bazillion TV and radio shows since the announcement came out (at 2pm yesterday!), including the local news we often watch, WFAA. (Their studios, BTW, are adjacent to American Airlines Center, where the Stars play.) The consensus of the women on the set, particularly the producer, is that Mike is adorable. Okay, true!
And the Stars began a Best Play of the Season thing on their social media, and watching all the videos so I could vote made me remember how much fun it is to go to games. (And what a smart use of social media that is!)
I made my own version of Bo Ssäm for dinner last night, and finally took a photo of it. It might have looked a little more appealing if I had put it on a platter, and possibly turned it to the side without the bone, but after smelling it cooking all day, I was lucky to get a shot without a hand in it, grabbing bits of meat to stuff in my face. It smells good while it’s cooking, and it’s hard to resist for long when it’s done!
Finally, I’m now up to novel #17 in the Miss Fisher Mysteries series. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I’ve finished the last one. Probably have the same sense of mild outrage I had when I caught up with Dick Francis’ prolific output after I discovered his books. “Well, what am I supposed to do now?!?”
*Not blankets. Blankets are not quick at all.