…I’m preoccupied with nothing more than raptor sex (see below for lurid details), there are other things that catch my interest. There’s bug sex, for example.
Actually, my very dear friend Linda is visiting and we’ve been going to yoga (that required a trip to Target to get another mat, and then a yoga bag for me and then some yoga props that were on sale and then some appropriate yoga clothing) and we’ve been porch knitting up a storm. Sophie has interfered with progress on my sweater so I’ve moved on to a very nice small evening bag out of Noro Daria Multi: I need something to carry wadded up kleenex and Tic Tacs in when I go to the opera back in Chicago. We’re contemplating starting a yarn shop here in St. Petersburg. There are only a couple of craft stores without much imagination around here and we’re thinking that this area close to downtown is growing in such a fashion that there are certainly a fair number of hip women of our ilk looking for quality fibers. Besides, even if we lose money, we’ll get a monumental wool stash.
Abby adores Linda, too- she’s called her "Best Mother" since Linda arranged a trip for her to NYC to see Cats when she was six years old. Abby had a fourth row seat on the aisle and that was a spot where the feline actors crouched before leaping onto the stage, so Abby got to reach out and touch the delicious costumes. One "cat" turned, growled and took a gentle swipe at Abby and that remains a great memory.
Abby has been visiting for dinners this week and one night she showed us her current favorite YouTube video: Flea Market Montgomery. Apparently Sammy Stevens has become such a cult hero that he was on the Ellen Degeneres show.
Tonight in the car, when Linda and I were again talking about the yarn business potential, Abby started with, "Sweaters! Afghans! Socks! We got it! Oh, yeah! It’s just like, it’s just like…" I’d smack her if she wasn’t so cute.