Dunno.

Hey guess what? I read a book this weekend, and my, it was dark.
I read "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy. Yes, another post-apocalyptic novel. This time, no speculation/allusions are made as to why it happened, or what really caused it.
It was good.
I actually read Cormac McCarthy in college, maybe sophomore year, out loud on a long trip across America.
At first his writing style grated on me- it's very sparse etc. etc. And I always catch myself asking "Why does everybody love this guy?" BUT there is a SPOILER happy ending so I guess that I can forgive all. Plus he ends it so well. Lots of hope. Kind of a perspective shift.
He really is excellent at communicating a lot with just a few words. There are many times in the story where he just alludes to one thing and it gives off this whiff of a whole world of things.
I think it hit home because I have kids now and some of the story is sort of how a parent's baggage can impact how you raise your child. Also, zombies. No, wait, no zombies, just Eaters, no wait, he doesn't call them that...























These pictures are of mock orange blossoms. Apparently they smell very good, I couldn't tell you because I have horrible allergies. Ah well. I thought they were pretty. No, that's not my table, we were at Grandma and Grandpa's this weekend.

More knitting but then all of a sudden I realized that I knit a wedge backwards and had to rip back- arrrrrrrgh!