No Reservations, Becoming Jane, and Amazing Grace. I watched the first one last night, while coughing and hacking like the last act of Camille. Cute movie. I like Catherine Zeta-Jones. Yes, she is jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but she also seems like someone I wouldn’t mind having as a next-door neighbor.
And food, for me, is a metaphor for great chunks of my life. When I was writing the World’s Largest Collection of P!ssed-Off Wife Poetry ten years ago, there were lots of poems about food that were not really about food.
This is a fun movie that didn’t embarrass me, while speaking intelligently about trust and commitment and passion.
I have begged off tonight’s dinner and dance, and the all-day dance lessons for tomorrow. I sound awful [worse than I feel, actually], and I look sick. If I am not very, very careful I will wind up with bronchitis. I simply do not have time for bronchitis. It would cut into my knitting time.
I finished the calf increases on the Stripedy Stocking last night and got three rounds of ribbing worked. Don’t have time to haul out my camera and upload a photo. Middlest, honey, I am also coming down with a case of Finish-itis, so your sock will probably take a backseat until this one is done.
Be good, stay warm. I’m out the door in ten minutes or so, to avoid the worst of the crazies.