I looked up from my cheese quesadilla lunch yesterday to see this hawk perched on the hook peering intently at the birdie tree. Seems a herd of sparrows were hiding out in there and the hawk was planning its attack. Durwood saw it plunge into the tree and come flying out with sparrows fleeing before it but he didn't see if it caught anything.
The Chicken Tikka Masala I made in the crockpot from a WW recipe turned out very well indeed. Durwood made rice and I steamed a pound of asparagus--and we were both stuffed. The best part of the recipe is that it makes 8 servings so I've got enough for three more suppers portioned out and in the fridge. You know me, I'm all about "investment" cooking.
After supper I sat down and did a spot of yarn magic. I turned the heel, picked up stitches along the sides of the heel flap, and knit the gusset decreasing back down to the original number of stitches for the run for the toe. The halo of the baby llama yarn makes it hard to see but the cuff and heel flap have a nice right twist stitch that takes it just a bit beyond the ordinary. I do love making socks--or anything for that matter--on bigger needles and with worsted or thicker yarn. You get done so much faster. Granted the product isn't as fine as if you use small needles and skinny yarn but I'm willing to sacrifice fine-ness for speed. I'm pretty patient with people but not hardly patient with "stuff."
LB brought a small bag of leftovers from the glut of yarn someone shared at the Tuesday knitting at the ADRC (Aging & Disability Resource Center), what the Senior Center's called now. None of the yarn was anything I would use (plus it was really dog-hairy--uck) but I was intrigued by the bag of cards of "mending yarn." It's fingering weight (really thin) and I guess it was meant to darn socks (really darn them, not poke your finger through the hole, say "oh darn," and throw it away) and sweaters. I like the old graphics on the cards and the prices--some was 5 cents, some a dime, and the newest looking was twenty cents. There isn't a date on any of the cards but I'm guessing 40s and 50s.
March 5--Jean Beraud, Entrance to the Universal Exhibition. Bonnie hated crowds but she had let Lisanne talk her into going to see the Exhibition. It felt like everyone in the whole hemisphere was there too. Bodies pressed on all sides, getting tighter together, each one trying to funnel through the entrance first. Bonnie felt hands on her backside, hands probing her pockets but she didn't have anything more interesting than a used tissue there. She tried to squirm away but the crowd was too thick for her to move. A family with a passel of kids had gotten between her and Lisanne. She could see the red ribbon of Lisanne's blond ponytail bobbing ahead. The hand she couldn't avoid seemed to get a firm grip on her and then she felt a prick in her arm. Her vision began to swim and fade. She tried to cry out but she couldn't make a sound. "She's gotten too much sun," a man's voice said. She lost sight of Lisanne's ponytail and felt her knees give way.
How come I plan to have an easy quiet Sunday and here it is, nearly 1:30, and I haven't read the newspaper or made the baked spaghetti we want to take to Door Co. next weekend for our suppers yet feel like I've been running around like a crazed weasel? I melted and garlicked a stick of butter for making garlic toast with our spaghetti, WW-ed some recipes on their website, and baked a Krispy Kreme cake mix that Durwood got off the Clearance rack at the grocery yesterday that's a week past its "best by" date. It came with official Krispy Kreme glaze in a packet. I tasted it; it's very bland. Hopefully the cake has a flavor to it. I'll let you know.