Next year, I will go to Spa. Next year, I shall recognize the telltale signs and realize Spa is happening far enough in advance to make reservations, or at least arrangements. I have a fiber-event-shaped hole in my soul.
There have been woodpecker calls around the edges of my yard that I have thought might be pileated woodpecker, and distant, unconfirmable sightings of birds retreating steadily the closer I get to the binoculars. This morning,there was something bigger than a nuthatch out the bathroom window, and I grabbed the binoculars just as it flew around the house and settled in decent sight off to the east. The Pileated Woodpecker is a very fine bird. Mine was apparently a female (no red in the moustache) and looked healthier than the one in the picture. They are about the size of crows.
I need to knit, too. Lack of dedication.
Does any of you have a PDA? Preferably not a Palm? because I have EarlyAdopted my way into a place with no one who knows much who will explain to me what I got when I fell foolishly for the lure of a Plastic Pal Who's Fun To Be With. I didn't think it was that early an adoption. It may just have been a stupid purchase.
We had a power failure last week. My clock radio, which may or may not be an alarm clock, too, is hard to set. I keep forgetting how. So it has been wrong since I moved her. In one the rare BENIGN jokes of fate, when the power it returned, the clock was in two minutes of being right. I should not get used to this.