It's snowing. We are not forecast for the big blow coming out of Minnesota, looping down to Florida and up the East Coast. Actually, only a few inches are in our future, and I'm unhappy. On the whole, that is because I needn't be happy about the cold, the wet, the snow.
I quit listening to a book today. If you wonder how many ways I enjoy weaving, one is listening to audio books. I decided to look into Janice Hadlow's The Other Bennet Sister. She's just brought William Collins, the nephew, into her version of Pride and Prejudice, and I turned it off and quit weaving for today. I thought I was OK with hearing Mary's personal triumph (I believe), but listening to his entire adventure too was beyond my endurance. I quit it and quit weaving for the day.
I realize I've listened to all the books currently downloaded once. I may tackle a couple a second time, before relinquishing them. I'm long overdue to read The Road to Wigan Pier. It was excellent and I will read it again. Carly Simon's Touched by the Sun also merits a second read. It's about her relationship with Jackie Kennedy.
What else? It seems I am a rant depository. My friend Ann called me recently, not on a usual Monday, with a complex and complicated rant, "because they don't go past you!" Of course they don't. I simply cannot remember the contents of the first sentence when she has reached the third.
A look at my photos produced nothing worth sharing, so I'll just sign off until next time.