15 February 2010
♠ I shall take this opportunity to, most happily, announce my retirement from the breakfast-slop-serving profession. Still working at the hotel, only with much, much less cleaning-up-of-gravy.
♠ As demonstrated above, two mismatching balls of yarn, suitable for one sock each, clearly must be striped. Regardless of variegation. This makes for some wacky and wonderful socks.
♠ They are a surprise for my friend's mom, who originally bought the yarn so that I could make her some socks. She thought she'd be getting two pairs, not three. And in colors of her choice, not something that looks slightly like a bad trip.
♠ I finally bought myself a really good French dictionary, the kind with idioms in it. Now, I have no idea what I would do without it. But perhaps I should have prefaced that by saying that the SK and I have been getting a kick out of reading books in French to each other. I have the technical experience, and he has the listening experience and vocabulary database - when our forces combine, we are a translation unit to be reckoned with. Except for those darned idioms.
♠ the dictionary is about five inches thick, or about the size of a small house.
♠ I have a crush on artichokes. It's true. Fortunately, Madame Ivy (one of us jolly Portlanders) understands food crushes, and is rewarding me with a copy of her Farm to Table cookbook. Eee! I'd like to stand up and bow, offering thanks to everyone I've ever known who has assisted in my eating escapades, but instead perhaps I'll just promise you a book review. Fair? Of course, I'll have to do lots of (er) research before I can explain the book properly...