—Have gone completely buggy over the AMC show “Mad Men,” about a New York advertising firm in 1960. Were men really that piggy?
—Finished reading Pat Conroy’s The Great Santini. Good golly that man can write.
—Alberto Gonzales and Karl Rove both gone in the span of two weeks. Hard to know whether the devil one knows is preferable to the devil one doesn’t? But in any event, bubbye.
—Jury’s still out on Door-to-Door Organics, which delivers local (mostly) organic produce door to door. We’re splitting a box with our neighbors, and while the quality is terrific (fat, ripe local peaches and the sweetest corn), I’m on the fence about the price.
—Back on track with the lace curtains. I think.
--So far down on the Ravelry queue, I'll be cashing social security checks before I'm approved.
—Bought a bit of yard art at the Sweet William Market. A welded rose. My kind of plant. No watering. No deadheading. No attrition.
—Made a delicious dish with local, organic kale. Really.
—So if I start meditating, will I have to give up afternoon naps?