It's been a fairly boring week so far. I've followed up on a few job leads, learned a new stitch that I'm using to knit up a dishcloth, and started reading Uncle Tom's Cabin. Which is a surprisingly gripping story, but such florid writing that reading is slow going. (Also, Uncle Tom himself is, indeed, much too good and saintly. Fortunately, his enthusiastic evangelism is becoming a little annoying, otherwise he'd be too perfect to be real.)

Last Saturday we spent the evening at the lovely new home of eghost and Jason. We stayed up late playing Arkham Horror with them, lefthand, and their friend Kate. Fun game and good company!

Sunday was Father's Day, celebrated at my Mom's house with most of the family. We also had cupcakes for those family members celebrating birthdays this month. I feel increasingly uncomfortable about not being able to afford to give nice gifts. Grrr.

Our regular Monday night Magic game was especially good this week; lots of close games.

But on Tuesday, nothing happened of note.

Wednesday night knitting was a good time, with lots of new people there. After knitting, I went out to dinner with the group after all. (Thanks, Tammy!) And the Triskells brought me back an Ikea fox from Chicago! This fox reminds me of William Steig illustrations, but does not look like the fox in Dr. DeSoto -- it just has so much character, though. Adorable. (Hugs fox, pets its belly.)

Yesterday was an excitement-packed Thursday. A trip to Penzey's in the morning to buy turmeric and thyme, ended with me buying powdered sumac as well and making my own zatar when I got home. Mmmmm, zatar and olive oil on bread for lunch... I spent a couple hours in the afternoon at my daughter's house admiring my grandbaby's new haircut. He now looks eerily like my Dad. He also has a new word, "clock", which he uses to describe anything on a wall that he likes. He has also learned how to fake cry, which would be a wonderful way to communicate that he's unhappy if it weren't too funny for words. :-)

Last night reannon brought her Kiddo over for the evening while she attended a meeting. I had threatened to set the boy to work hauling trash out of the basement. It was too hot and humid for that, though. So he got to watch cartoons and a movie, punctuated by dinner and much laughter over the word "scrotum". The boy is 10; "scrotum" is the height of sophisticated humor to him. I ought to teach him how to sing the chorus of the Scrotum Song. Of course, reannon would kill me if I did. Hmmm.

This afternoon, bbwoof and I will get summer haircuts. I'm seriously thinking of going very short. Maybe a retro Dorothy Hamill wedge cut?