Friday, March 25, 2011

On my mind this week...

My first finished knitting project.  Off the needles, blocked, awaiting weaving in of ends.

(What it looked like when I first started it 2 months ago.)
Abscessed bite wounds in cats - Yeah, disgusting and our grumpy ol' cat is suffering from his umpteenth one.  This is the first time, though, it's gone unnoticed until it, you know, burst.  Ick!

Battle Hymn of a Tiger Mother - Read my review at Goodreads.  In a nutshell, you're not missing too much if you just go by the reviews of others.  I'd read it really hoping it would prove otherwise.

Forsythia at the back corner of the house
Spring.  We've (finally - for this Texas girl who's used to starting in late January) started our first vegetable garden in our new house.  So far:  snap peas, lettuce, cauliflower, broccoli.  Coming soon: beets, spinach and potatoes (Burpee's Fourth of July mix).  But first we must weather winter's last blast.  80% chance of snow Sunday.

The first full-face transplant in the U.S. - This young man lived on our block in Texas, just two houses down, across the street.  While in Fort Worth, his grandmother was a warm, welcoming neighbor and an inspiring mentor to me, his daughter, a playmate for Gideon.  Our neighborhood was riveted by the tragic accident two years ago, and agonized along with the family during with the slow process of recovery and rebuilding.  We never could have imagined this headline as the outcome that fall two years ago.

Dinner this weekend at our favorite local seafood joint (so far), Courtney's, featured briefly in this month's Southern Living, as an off-the-beaten-path find for oysters.  It's five miles south of our house, at the end of a long, quiet country road on a small bay off the Potomac River, run by just the fisherman and his wife.  There's a huge pile of sand out front, and our visits always end climbing up and down this hill and chasing the gulls off the adjoining pier.


Sleeping past 7 a.m. - One of the benefits to daylight savings time - the sun comes up later, so our in-house rooster hasn't been crowing until almost 7, or even later a couple of days.  A rarity we will gladly relish as long as it lasts!

(Insert gratuitous photo of the boy, who's decided
he likes wearing caps,  for the grandparents.)

1 comment:

  1. I had read an article about that poor man, but had no idea he lived right by you.

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