these days of leiderhosen

Oh, holy cats.

Julie Powell of Julie/Julia fame writes about her late cat Maxine . I always enjoyed Powell's blog posts; they had more gusto and life than the book. This piece gives a big relishy bite of that flavor. Julie Powell still blogs . She is very much worth the read.

The Steven's on a meditation retreat this week, departing at 4:45 AM and returning at 9:30 PM. He comes home and burbles the nicest things. I reckon this comes from not talking all day. ("You know what we should have Sunday!? Lobster! How much are lobster tails? Can you get some? How much are they? Can I have a cookie? You are the best!") I woke up this morning to find not one but two cartoon post-it note mousies. This is why I married him. While at liberty, I dusted off the spinning wheel and worked my way through 12 ounces of BFL (Non-fiber people: Blue Faced Leicester . The acronym is pronounced "Biffle". Impress your friends.) I am having some trouble getting the diameter and twist I want. Spinning is nothing like riding a bicycle and god knows how many fleeces will be turned into some very odd art yarn before I get my groove back. I've been catching up on Top Chef and Project Runway. The big confession: The entire knitting group including yours truly