I just have a whole wad of disconnected stuff to share today. Firstly, I love this cool wave we’re having. Frankly, summer is my least favorite season and in my utopia, it would NEVER be above 80 degrees. It makes me want to knit, if you can imagine! What are you working on? I have three projects I REALLY want to finally finish, but I have this urge to cast on…. THAT.
Next, I’ve forgotten to remember several things. A cocktail party Friday night. (Nothing like apologizing your way into being told to come on anyway five days after the RSVP was due.) A bridal shower Sunday. Okay, some of you know I don’t care for “hen parties” but I do adore the bride and both her family and the groom’s family… To RSVP for the same couple’s wedding. Yeah, they know we’re coming because the Knight is in the wedding, but that’s not the point. There’s more, but you get the picture.
I finally finished Survivor. I feel like the survivor for finishing it, but again, Chuck made me curious enough about the characters that I had to see it through to the bitter end. I really don’t know how to review this book without pushing a lot of buttons for a lot of people, so I’m going to leave it alone. See Nannie, Nana, Ru-Ru, B’Leigh and all the other women in my life who tried to teach me to be a nice southern lady? I CAN keep my mouth shut when I don’t have anything nice to say about… the subject in the book that I don’t want to have a discussion about.
Even though Sis had other ideas (scroll down to the previous post), I didn’t waste a second snatching up Death by Darjeeling. I think Theo (the main character, a woman) and I would be great friends, and I know the fur-girls would love Earl Grey, her “Dalbrador” which is to say, her lab-dalmation rescue dog. If I had the book, I’d look it up… Gotta’ love the internet. Page 12.
This series reminds me of the tremendous gap in my US travels, in my lapse as a proper Southern lady. I’ve never been to Charleston. (But I have been to Charleston, not to be confused with its in-state rival, Charles Town. The race track is NOT the capitol, in case anyone is confused.)
Whew. I nearly confused myself there. I wanna’ go to that historic, Southern port-town, Charleston, South Carolina. I have been to and through Charleston, West Virginia, which has a most lovely capitol building, visible from the interstate. Go it?
Well, I think that’s more than enough babble and geographical word play for one day. Now, to figure out what to wear to the cocktail party on Friday…