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((Written two days ago, before the internet conked out and didn't allow me to post...))
Yes, I have stopped reading. As much. Now I am obsessively crocheting, with a tiny, tiny hook. It's so small I can barely see it. Just the way I like it. I am trying to set out on a large crocheting project consisting of making curtains. Why? I don't know, because I thought it would be cool. I keep trying different patterns out of this Victorian white work book I found at the Ellsworth library. After a few days of experimenting I have officially decided that, although the 1.5mm hook is fun to use, it will take me ten years to make one curtain with it. So I am moving up to a 3.75mm hook and cotten that is thicker than thread, and we'll see how it goes. At least I've finally settled upon a pattern.
Also, I am going to make a rug. Out of felt. And I am going to stain some shelves so that Chris can put them up. AND I have been baking! Muffins, cookies, and an apple tart thing. More food coming in the future.
Besides crocheting, rug-making, baking, staining, sweeping my house, comparitive shopping for a dresser, and sneaking up to librarians and popping the question (job please?) I have also been watching movies, and yes, reading.
Movies of interest include Undertaking Betty. If you want to see Christopher Walkin as a funeral parlor director, (who dresses corpses up as characters from Star Trek!) watch this movie. If you want to see Doctor Octopus as a love-sick Welsh man, watch this movie. If you want to see the greatest (fake) haunting ever, watch this movie. It is funny in a whacked out sort of way.
Another bizzare and possibly brilliant movie is The Life Aquatic With Steve Zazoo. Ahem. Ahem. Sorry? Did I just sort of say I liked a movie with Bill Murrey in it? Yeah, I guess so. *sigh*
The Shawshank Redemption is pretty darn good as well. It made me realize, though, that Tim Robbins is really not cute in any way. But he is fabulous never-the-less.
Books of interest would be: The Game of Sunken Places by M. T. Anderson. That's the same guy who wrote Feed, my least favorite book to date. This book is quite different though. For one thing the F word is used, um, never. And it is set in Vermont, in the present when we all still have skin and whatnot. If you thought this was all going to lead to me saying I loved it, WOW, Anderson really can pull it off when he puts his mind to it, you're wrong. I didn't much care for the story - too much like Jumunji. But I am proud of myself for giving the author a second chance. So that's good I guess.
Anyway, The Ellsworth Public Library doesn't want me, the Jesup Memorial Library doesn't want me, and I am sort of starting to think that maybe I don't want to work in a place that I love so much. That would kind of take the glow out of it, right? So I fool myself.
Now I am considering being the ice cream production manager (if they'll let me) for the Acadia Corporation (if that means I get to actually make the ice cream). Maybe. Erg. Maybe I could work in some gallery or something. Maybe I could be crafty enough to be self employed. Maybe a rich relative I never met will die and give me all his money. If the world were built on 'maybe's then I would already have a palace and extensive grounds and gardens.
Ah well. Excuse me while I go and eat a banana muffin.
Yes, I have stopped reading. As much. Now I am obsessively crocheting, with a tiny, tiny hook. It's so small I can barely see it. Just the way I like it. I am trying to set out on a large crocheting project consisting of making curtains. Why? I don't know, because I thought it would be cool. I keep trying different patterns out of this Victorian white work book I found at the Ellsworth library. After a few days of experimenting I have officially decided that, although the 1.5mm hook is fun to use, it will take me ten years to make one curtain with it. So I am moving up to a 3.75mm hook and cotten that is thicker than thread, and we'll see how it goes. At least I've finally settled upon a pattern.
Also, I am going to make a rug. Out of felt. And I am going to stain some shelves so that Chris can put them up. AND I have been baking! Muffins, cookies, and an apple tart thing. More food coming in the future.
Besides crocheting, rug-making, baking, staining, sweeping my house, comparitive shopping for a dresser, and sneaking up to librarians and popping the question (job please?) I have also been watching movies, and yes, reading.
Movies of interest include Undertaking Betty. If you want to see Christopher Walkin as a funeral parlor director, (who dresses corpses up as characters from Star Trek!) watch this movie. If you want to see Doctor Octopus as a love-sick Welsh man, watch this movie. If you want to see the greatest (fake) haunting ever, watch this movie. It is funny in a whacked out sort of way.
Another bizzare and possibly brilliant movie is The Life Aquatic With Steve Zazoo. Ahem. Ahem. Sorry? Did I just sort of say I liked a movie with Bill Murrey in it? Yeah, I guess so. *sigh*
The Shawshank Redemption is pretty darn good as well. It made me realize, though, that Tim Robbins is really not cute in any way. But he is fabulous never-the-less.
Books of interest would be: The Game of Sunken Places by M. T. Anderson. That's the same guy who wrote Feed, my least favorite book to date. This book is quite different though. For one thing the F word is used, um, never. And it is set in Vermont, in the present when we all still have skin and whatnot. If you thought this was all going to lead to me saying I loved it, WOW, Anderson really can pull it off when he puts his mind to it, you're wrong. I didn't much care for the story - too much like Jumunji. But I am proud of myself for giving the author a second chance. So that's good I guess.
Anyway, The Ellsworth Public Library doesn't want me, the Jesup Memorial Library doesn't want me, and I am sort of starting to think that maybe I don't want to work in a place that I love so much. That would kind of take the glow out of it, right? So I fool myself.
Now I am considering being the ice cream production manager (if they'll let me) for the Acadia Corporation (if that means I get to actually make the ice cream). Maybe. Erg. Maybe I could work in some gallery or something. Maybe I could be crafty enough to be self employed. Maybe a rich relative I never met will die and give me all his money. If the world were built on 'maybe's then I would already have a palace and extensive grounds and gardens.
Ah well. Excuse me while I go and eat a banana muffin.