The latest netflix obsession has been Star Trek. I never watched this in younger days. In fact, I avoided it like the creepy boyfriends I once had who loved it. Giving it a look-see, it has become my Columbo of the summer of 2012. Spock with a goatee? LOVE.
Also on the playlist was a British independent film called "Sarah Palin- you betcha" which revealed no surprises but was part of my summer of trashy indulgence series.
KnitnightJustine recommended a BBC show called Black Books which is a campy over the top British sitcom. It had some laugh out loud moments and is so ridiculous I'm pretty sure I'll watch the rest.
I have an app with white noise called Sleep Pillow that is really nice, but when I need a little more, I play the 1967 version of Dragnet and don't bother watching. Seriously. Jack Webb IS white noise- and yet I love him so.
I finished what I could read of the Gifts of the Crows book. There was a whole lot of brain part words and explanations that went beyond my abilities. I'm sure they were there to make a scientific point. I didn't need the point so much. I just wanted to know the cool things that birds in the corvid family do. There was a small dose of that. The crows have not yet responded to my calls on the alto recorder but there was a jay that seemed annoyed that I was blathering on in the hottest part of the day.
As the second installment in the series of trashy summer indulgence, I read Levi Johnston's book "Deer in the Headlights."
I'm not sure which unread kindle book I'll go to next but I'm enjoying the variety for sure.
Just a few words on the kindness of knit night. They collectively helped me past my orange-phobia. They had to have grown weary of my constant blathering about the weirdness of orange and I together but in the end, I think I will now be able to wear orange with the strength of knit night behind me.
KnitnightJudy knit a beautiful version of Romi's Ice Queen, had yarn and beads left over and passed them on to me so that I could make one. I've never knitted with beads before but now she's done it and is seeing to it that I have the chance as well.
KnitnightGina loves a good tangle. Turning spaghetti yarn into balls is just one of her many amazing talents. Last week I tried to do the "ball winder on a cutting board on my lap" trick and found that the swift didn't really care for the angle of the whole situation. About a third of a skein of silky wool popped off the swift. Rather than stopping and slowly assessing and handling the situation, I wound until it wouldn't wind any more and had quite a mess to deliver to Gina. And of course it's in a tidy little ball now.
Mr. Sophanne begins vacation this week. As every free morning with him begins with the words "what do you want to do today", there may be a little more active doing in the next few weeks.