Until inspiration hits, I decided to slog away on the diamond baby blanket. After all, it DOES have a deadline, albeit not a real pending one. Usually I can easily polish off a skein of yarn in a day...but 'slogging' doesn't consume quite that amount of yarn, so this will be with me awhile. Hopefully, my mojo will return by then.
Reading has been a different story, though. Two great books going. The one I'm reading: Ruth Reichl's My Kitchen Year is a memoir/cookbook of the year following the demise of Gourmet magazine, where she had been editor in chief for 10 years. Conde Nast's decision to close the magazine came as a complete shock. But what was probably even worse...while her friends were leaving and packing up their offices, she was obliged to continue the book tour she was on---promoting Gourmet's latest cookbook. With the tour finally over, she found herself--age 61--with nothing to do, work friends scattered all over the country, and no idea what to do with the rest of her life. So she cooked. And ended up writing about it. And the book is a delight.
Listening: 600 Hours of Edward by Craig Lancaster. Edward Stanton is 39 years old, has OCD and Asperger's syndrome, lives alone in Billings, Montana, and adhere's to a very strict schedule which he documents. Waking time: 7:38 am. Therapy time: 10:00 (not a minute before) A nightly episode of Dragnet---the 60's color version--at promptly 10:00 pm. His life and his schedule come completely unraveled when a single mom and her nine year old son move in across the street. Told through Edward's eyes. It is both heartfelt and hilarious.
(a little aside....last week I had started Anne Tyler's book Digging to America. By chapter 3 I had had it and quit. It possibly got better, but it held absolutely no appeal to me. One commenter last week said she had read it and found it not one of Tyler's best. That's all I needed to guiltlessly cast it aside. Thanks Deborah.)