So. Guess what my mother is up to in the suburbs?
Yup. Oregano. Really. Just when I thought my mother was going wild in her old age. Wild with herbs. She's dried them for the last few years. It's the fresh basil that I love though.



Pretty puppy, Sophie! These pix are all taken the same night so far. That puppy is such a wiggle worm! And the stupid digital cameras have taken picture taking back to the beginnings. Pose! Hold that Pose! Hold.....Hold....Hold....Keep Holding......FLASH!!! And........ugh. Try again. Wait, the camera has to......do something, who knows what. Hate that delay. Rinse & repeat.




The Red Heart Critter Blanket. Not really a Log Cabin, but I have a ton of that turqoise and not that much black. I was beginning to feel badly for the poor critter that got that blanket - it feels like a welcome mat - until Hezekiah co-opted my knitting on it last night by sleeping on it.

Now I want to make a real log cabin. Check out Monika's latest.

A statue on 4th Street in Berkeley by Spenger's, where I have to say, we had horrible service. A member of our party asked for another roll and after ignoring him initially, the waiter informed him he didn't "have time for that now"and finally came back & explained that if Lonnie got a roll it would cause a chain reaction and we'd all want rolls. Seriously. Of course, he might have been right because at that point I was dying for a 2nd roll, not that I could have eaten one.

Myteriously, Lonnie was also the last to be served. Granted, that's happened in every group banquet I've been too (the late, wrong or missing meal), but the particulars seemed suspicious. Too bad, because Spenger's used to be great. New owners, new day, I guess.


Just a window display on 4th Street that I liked

Nothing much on TV. I've got Off The Map and The Weather Man from Netlix waiting for me on DVD, not to mention season one of CSI NY that I suddenly became obsesed with. More time to finish up The Uncrowned Kings of England and Wuthering Heights. I can't believe Wuthering Heights has come down the years with the reputation of being a love story. What a miserable group of people. I'm going to have to rent the movie once I slog though the book & see if Laurence Olivier lied to me. Excpet that I do know that I read it in High School. Maybe I've always had this jaundiced view of romance. And here I thought it was all those bad marriages.


Letting sleeping cats lie.