The Status of Things
Hello, Darlings. It's been a while.
It's been a rough season, for work and craft in particular. Too much of the former and a huge shortage of time for the latter. I really don't want to talk about work; it's just too soul-killing lately. On the upside: Strawberries are in season and Da makes sure I get two baskets when I visit him. They taste of the Bakersfield sea air and California sun. These are real McCoy, red from nose to cap and so fragrant they rarely make it past Milpitas in the drive back home. I've got a few more people knitting and one more spinning, although he's not ready to come out about it yet. Enthusiasm is contagious. Kittens. Bouncing, floppy, snuggly hilarious little things. Disgusting sentiment, but if one must watch something the fight between felines and the gravity/physics is pretty terrific.
Bill Irwin is going to put on Scapin at ACT in Septembe r. I may just take up residence in the first row. Do not miss this. Irwin has le