Life in the quiet corner.

I didn't leave the house last Thursday through Sunday. I don't think I even took out the trash... nope. Didn't step out of doors a moment in four days. Borrowed a head cold from the sister and spent those four days trying to get rid of it. Thankfully, the creeping crud began to recede Sunday and I was able to spend the day happily on the couch knitting and watching Formula 1 and then the NASCAR Nextel Cup races. Alas, only one more F1 race of the season and six more NASCAR Nextel Cup races. Whatever shall I do?

I’ve decided to figure out football. I don’t know that I’ll ever enjoy watching it, but I am going to learn about it. Hockey didn't keep my interest, as I'd thought it would and now I'm going to try football. At least with football, it will be easier to find someone to actively watch a game with me. Dad will watch the NASCAR races with me, but he doesn't have the same fervent interest in who chose to pit or who is going to be with a substitute crew chief at the next race. It's more fun with someone who'll yell at the t.v. with you.

Yes. I yell at the t.v. I am not ashamed. You've all done it, too. Admit it.

Update on the WW experience - I've returned a total of 13.6 pounds of matter to the cosmos to be used on some skinny person. I am tempted to say that it doesn't sound like much loss, especially after 18 weeks, but I weigh less than I have in over three years. I don't feel as if I'm missing anything in my diet - I have chocolate, pasta, cheese, even ice cream cake and beer (mmmm, beer) - but I am paying attention to what I eat and have curtailed the almost unchecked eating of high-fat food that brought me my former girth.

Ah. Beer. Quote. "One glass of beer, a piece of dry bread, and see - in an instant the mind gets stronger, the thoughts clearer, the intentions firmer!" (from the translation of Dostoevsky's (correction courtesy of Jenifer) Crime and Punishment by Pevear and Volokhonsky). Love this. It makes me want to have a glass of beer and some dry bread for dinner.

And now - the requisite baby picture; the sister and I were heading to lunch yesterday and decided it was picture time as the glasses are so frickin' cute and, well, the hat. The hat.




















Aw, here's another one. I love how it seems that I am holding her with one hand. The power of red nails!