martinimade

Loose ends, in more ways than you might think.

Firstly, for thems who care (and I'm looking at you grandparents), Cory had his 15 month check-up a couple of days back and all is well. We did learn, however, that he is 25.5 pounds and 33 inches tall. Which means that he is utterly average in terms of weight and taller than 95 percent of his peers. This also confirms that he will soon be taller than the Diva, who is 3 years older and only a couple of inches taller. Good thing she has started growing again, otherwise the power dynamic was about to get really, um, dynamic.

I have mentioned on quite a few occasions that I hate sewing but love fabric. Designers like Amy Butler tick me off. How gorgeous are her new fabrics? How fabulous are her new designs? How fraught with angst would be my even imagining buying the fabric and starting one of these designs. You can see the dilemma.

Lois McMaster Bujold, who we love, is blogging over at Eos. How am I supposed to get anything done?

Speaking of things we loves -- downloaded the new Firefox and it is very, very good. As soon as I get all of my silly bookmarks rearranged, it'll be very, very, very good.

Speaking of rearranging -- after years of denial, I've finally realized that my first sweater ever (and, not coincidentally, my most elderly unfinished object) should be recycled and the yarn repurposed. It is a great leap in maturity that I am able to forget that I worked for hours and hours and hours on something that will only make me look larger and lumpier than I am, which is large and lumpy enough, thanks. So during the course of last night's America's Next Top Model (Brooke? Really?) I ripped and ripped some more. Now to soak. As usual, pictures and plans will follow.

Now to make the donuts, which for me is grading the exams and the papers, which is far, far less satisfying than making donuts.