I’ve got a wicked bad case of Monkey-See-Monkey-Do lately. Or at least Monkey-See-Monkey Wanna do! I am working on my second pair of baby socks for my coworker. I still have to quilt my mini, knit another basket weave sock, and finish my wavy scarf. One would think that this would be enough to keep one busy, no? No. I have GOT to stop blog-surfing so much because now Adrian over at Brooklyn Tweed has made me itchy to get my drop spindle out again and Mel has me wanting to start yet another scarf not to mention all of the Mystery Shawl talk has got me thinking….hmmmm…maybe lace…Sheesh!
On top of all of this, Harriet has been on my back lately too. Those of you in the South Central Wisconsin region may know Harriet as the automated voice of our library system. I have it sooo good here. Any book that catches my eye at a book store, gets jotted down in a little notebook I keep in my purse. Then I go home and log into the online library database and reserve it. Harriet calls me when it is at my library and I go pick it up. If a book is particularly popular, there may be a long wait, but that’s OK by me, I’ve always got plenty kicking around to read. I go through dry spells when Harriet doesn’t want to talk to me…and I know a word famine is afoot. Then she gets friendly again and she may call me once or twice a week. And occasionally, like this week, she begins a stalking campaign when she calls me on a daily basis demanding that I go to the library and pick up my loot.
Get off my back! I’m reading as fast as I can, Harriet! How was I to know all of my waiting lists would come due at once??? I read books at the rate of one every two to three days and she is STILL way ahead of me. I have seven books on my nightstand and she is ringing again. I think she’s trying to kill me. And the books that I have are the ones that only have a two week expiration on them because there are other folks clamoring to get them; Richard Bachman (Stephen King), John Saul, Dean Koontz, Eileen Gouge…..all this and I still plan new knitting projects!?! Sigh. I ain’t right in the head some days.