Wednesday, October 14, 2015
I'm back to working on the little bag I started a few weeks ago. I think I'm finished crocheting the body of the bag (it's big enough for what I have in mind), but I'm not sure what else I want to do with it. There's no set plan, and I won't be heartbroken if it doesn't work out. I'm just making it up as I go along. It's experimental. Sometimes you just need to play around with yarn and hook and see what happens.
I'm still reading Olive Kitteridge. I like it. I don't think it's as good as Strout's other books, but it's an interesting story. As long as we're discussing books, though, I need to come clean. Over the weekend, I indulged my secret shame: I read a collection of short true-crime cases by Ann Rule. Have you read any of her books? Suffice it to say this is not Pulitzer material, but I've read just about every one of her books and I love them all. I was very sad to hear about her recent death. I'm going to miss her writing. I'll just have to re-read her books...again.
This week, I feel wishy-washy, distracted, agitated. My stomach has been bothering me. I'm breaking out. It's probably all the candy corn. I try to ration it but I always end up eating too much. It's mostly the weather, I'm sure; I'm waiting for it to cool down again after our latest round of record-breaking heat. I feel deeply unsettled when the wrong weather happens. I check the forecast obsessively throughout the day, noting the slightest changes. They say that "big changes are coming soon!," with an El Nino-influenced pattern developing for the rest of fall and winter. That means cool and wet. Bring it on, say I.
Joining in with Ginny's Yarn Along