I did mean it when I said that I thought I had enough sock yarn for a while, I really did, but more arrived at my house today anyway.

Here’s the latest installment of my Sundara Petals Collection–Bird of Paradise. It’s lovely and Spring-y and very cheery, if a little too Crayola-bright for my personal taste. I mean, it’s beautiful, but I don’t know if I’d ever wear the socks, you know? Because there’s really nothing in my closet that they’d match! But still . . . very pretty.

Nor was that the only thing that came today.

There were a few books–that’s Perfect Cakes by Nick Malgieri, which is making me drool just sitting there. The Gun Seller by Hugh Laurie. (Yes, that Hugh Laurie.) And the time-travel book Household Gods by Judith Tarr and Harry Turtledove.

But wait, there’s more!

Not in the mood to read? Rather watch a movie? Hey, that even happens to me, so . . . Merchant-Ivory’s A Room with a View with Helena Bonham-Carter and Maggie Smith and The Unbearable Lightness of Being with Daniel Day Lewis, Lena Olin, and Juliet Binoche. Two completely different kinds of movies with nothing in common except that they’re love stories (of a sort) and were made in the mid-eighties. I haven’t seen either in years, but remember loving them both. Room with a View has, for one, incredible scenery in Florence . . . that alone is worth watching . . . and H. B-C. back when she was young and pretty (she did period-movies SO well), and I loved Julian Sands.

And then, Unbearable Lightness of Being? One of the sexiest movies ever, with a very young Daniel Day Lewis playing a brain surgeon in 1968 Prague. He’d purr "Take off your clothes" to just about every woman he’d meet, and she would. He was that sexy. And yet, the story goes so much further than that . . . I’m really looking forward to seeing this again . . . if only I had my DVD player back!

Gee, all this talking is making me thirsty. Maybe I should make some tea?

And yes, before you ask, I already know that I like this one.

And, I know, I was VERY popular with the mail-carrier and with UPS today.

Now, as to the book-log-entry thing. I’m up to 2003 . . . although, when I said that to Mom, she asked if I meant the year or the count . . . good question! And I’m not saying . . .

I am tired tonight, though. It was so lovely today–sunny and in the low-40s–that I took Chappy out for not one, but TWO walks. Which is more exercise at one time than either of us has gotten in ages. So, we’re both tired. Dad went golfing (though he and his buddies had to drive a couple hours south to find a course that was snow-less), and Mom had a quiet day at home because she didn’t feel well this morning. Luckily, she’s feeling more like herself now, although she wasn’t interested in having anything too substantial for supper tonight. So what did I end up eating for supper? Oatmeal porridge. I "dressed up" regular oatmeal a little–browned it in some butter before adding the water, added walnuts and some dried cranberries to the pot, along with some cinnamon and a dash of sugar. Yummy, although now it feels oddly like a Sunday morning….

And, before I forget, here are some tired feet of a tired little boy . . . just for La. And I entirely agree–there’s not much cuter than little feet, especially (in my personal opinion) the kind covered in fur. And Chappy’s feet have got a lot of fur! In fact, I really need to give him a haircut this weekend….

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