What? After three freakin’ years we’re only now getting around to thanking the Canadians for helping us after 9/11? Letitia Baldridge would not approve.
I have a book: The Day the World Came to Town : 9/11 in Gander, Newfoundland. Reading the blurb on the back made me cry, so I bought it – I never read the whole thing. But it’s here in my house. Sort of my own version of thank you.
Not much to report in the knitting world. Still making progress on G’s Vest. Oh, and Cassie was nice enough to let me know that Purl is now open on Mondays. Thanks Cassie! (Said with only a tease of sarcasm.) I’ll be popping in there on Monday after my shrink appointment. And I remembered that I have to go to the dentist on Monday as well, which just happens to be around the corner from Seaport Yarn. Kill me now.
Oh well. I guess now I have no excuse NOT to pick up the Cascade 220 for Sophie.
PS – When I was on Amazon looking for the link to the above-mentioned book, I watched this short film with Mr. Big from Sex & the City. The movie is interesting for a few reasons. First off, the family is bi-racial (and beautiful at that.) I find this interesting because the gossip columns have always reported that this is Mr. Big’s preference. I can add my two sense and say that the one time I saw Big on the street in NYC (8th Street off of Fifth Ave.) he was in the company of a gorgeous, tall, African-American woman. I just think it’s interesting – especially in our red state world. Also, the character is decidedly Big – a real ass who gets his in the end and realizes it’s all about the love. (Is this the only character Chris Noth can play? He was like this in Law & Order too.) But, perhaps the most interesting (and truly disturbing) part of the film is the credits. The tableware, pots, pans, electronics all get mentioned with FREAKIN’ HOTLINKS! So, you know, you can buy all the crap in the movie. Commericialism (i.e. commercials) at their best.