Saturday, January 26, 2008


my finger is much better, thank you very much. I sliced a bit of the end off while chopping the 6 pounds of onions for the 15 gallons of spaghetti sauce for the wrestling dinner last week. I probably could have used a stitch or two, as it bled like a stuffed pig*.

Speaking of wrestling, Will's season is over. Today was sectionals at Jennings County, and after a pretty solid match, he lost in the first round. We stayed until the end, though; four members of his team advanced to the regionals and we had one sectional champion. We got home around 7:30; Clay and I both have another bad case of bleacher-ass, but on the bright side, I got a lot of knitting done (pictures soon) and several chapters of The Friday Night Knitting Club read.

About 50 pages in, I was convinced that this was the worst book I had ever paid money for. It was an impulse buy at Target a few weeks ago -- I was sucked in by the yarn on the cover! If it had been a library book, I would have returned it posthaste, but since I purchased it, I feel compelled to finish. But it is getting better -- still choppy and disjointed, but more interesting.
And, speaking of getting better, dad is walking. Just 5 steps, but that counts.
And talking, if "goddammit" counts, and I say it does.


*my very favorite dave-ism. Dave, Clay's college roommate all 4 years and the cleanest person I know, was convinced that was the correct wording. Having witnessed a "stuck pig," I think I prefer Dave's version -- give me a stuffed pig any day.

1 comment:

  1. Ouch. I'm sorry. I did that about fifteen years ago, while trying to clean up a photostat for a waiting client. Yeah. We ended up shooting a new one.

    And kudos for you sticking with that book. I picked it up, leafed through it, put it down, and walked away. I just couldn't do it.

    (Oh, and you're right. Cussin' counts. A nurse friend of mine once said, "It's the feisty ones we don't worry about." She's right.)