Idea stolen from Vicki, who pilfered it from Kym. Well, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and all that... I like it.
The Sitch this week:
Watching… Star Trek: The Next Generation in its entirety with Phil. Can I just say? I love this show. Love it. But, seriously? Looking back at those first few episodes, it’s hard to believe it became such a successful show. I mean… Justice? Angel One? *Cringe*
Reading… La reine dans le palais des courants d’air, aka The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, third volume of Stieg Larsson’s Millenium series. Swedish crime novels are best read in French, short of reading them in their original language. I feel very strongly about this.
Knitting… a new cardigan for Émilie, Lavanda. Pics to come soon. Ish.
Listening to… Phil’s new crush, Melody Gardot. Like, all the time. Constantly. During dinner. While giving the kids’ their bath. First thing in the morning (he’s set up the alarm clock to wake us up with her music). No word on how Stacey Kent, who had been enjoying pretty constant air time chez Dear since Christmas, feels about him abandoning her for this 27 year-old floozy. (OK fine, she’s not a floozy. Tell that to Diana Krall).
Thinking about… what we’re going to do for summer vacation. It’s looking as though Phil and I might not be able to get concurrent time off this year. Which totally sucketh the big one.
Dreading… finishing up our income tax returns. They’re all done, all I need to do is copy them out and mail them, but it’ll take all evening and that’s rare and valuable knitting time right there and I don’t wanna do it. Blah.
Planning… on putting the tomato, broccoli and cucumber seeds that I’ve had germinating (I’m trying the baggie method this year) in their individual pots this weekend.
Excited about… this year’s vegetable garden. If all goes according to plan, there will be LOTS going on back there this summer!
Humming… Sweet Memory (by, you guessed it, Melody Gardot). Probably something to do with Phil playing that song, oh… about TWELVE TIMES IN A ROW last night.
Drinking… water. Lots and lots of water. Trying to get back up to at least 3 litres a day. If you hear a sloshy sound, it’s probably me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to run to the bathroom for the ninth time today.
Itching to… buy a needlepoint kit. Preferably something large and colourful and über-tacky that my grandmother would have LOVED.
Needing to… nip that urge in the bud. What the heck am I going to do with needlepoint, anyway?
Organizing… my receipts from now on! Because, with wool as my witness, Next Year Will Be Different! TM
Inspired by… my daughter Émilie. She had (minor) surgery last week, basically decided it was no big deal and is wondering why everyone’s making such a fuss over a dinky little operation anyway. Kid’s a trooper.
Delighted by… my sprouting garlic. Dudes! There’s GARLIC growing in my garden!
Recording… every penny spent.
Happy Knitting, Everyone!