Slow knitting

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I haven't felt much like working on this sock, although I did get the decreases just about done last night. See my cute little stitch marker? I have a candy corn one, too. Knitting has not been satisfying lately. Looking for something to do, I CO another February Sweater the other day and ribbed it all out yesterday morning. Then I spent all day working on a slipper and ripped it out. Nothing seems to "feel good." With apologies to the Bard, Now is the Autumn of our Discontent.

Part of it may be because I don't have a stove anymore. My BFF, F, gave me his stove and fridge when he moved. I loved the stove. It was a glass top one, which added a square yard of worktop space in the teeny tiny kitchen. Youngest Daughter spilled water on it, which fried the electronics. I can call the office and get it replaced with one of the crappy ones we had before, but what am I going to do with this one? It's an electronic stove so I'm sure it'll cost more to fix it than to replace it with a new one. I really loved that stove...and now not only do I not have "my" stove, I don't have a stove at all until I can figure out what to do with the broken one. I can't even bake myself a birthday cake today.... How pathetic is that?

Marguerite has frost. I want frost! It's still in the high 80s during the day and mid 60s at night.
Tribute by Nora Roberts

rating: 5 of 5 stars
Another really good Nora Roberts reads. I don't know exactly why she's such a good story teller for me, but she is. It made be put down my knitting and just read for two days. Not many books can do that. Good romance, good mystery, good ghosts, good book!

"Virginia's Shenandoah Valley is a long way from Hollywood. And that's exactly how Cilla McGowan wants it. Cilla, a former child star who has found more satisfying work as a restorer of old houses, has come to her grandmother's farmhouse, tools at her side, to rescue it from ruin. Sadly, no one was able to save her grandmother, the legendary Janet Hardy. An actress with a tumultuous life, Janet entertained glamorous guests and engaged in decadent affairs,but died of an overdose in this very house more than thirty years earlier. To this day, Janet haunts Cilla's dreams. And during waking hours, Cilla is haunted by her melodramatic, five-times-married mother, who carried on in the public spotlight and never gave her a chance at a normal childhood. By coming east, rolling up her sleeves, and rehabbing this wreck of a house, Cilla intends to find some kind of normalcy for herself.

Plunging into the project with gusto, she's almost too busy to notice her neighbor, graphic novelist Ford Sawyer, but his lanky form, green eyes, and easy, unflappable humor (not to mention his delightfully ugly dog, Spock) are hard to ignore. Determined not to perpetuate the family tradition of ill-fated romances, Cilla steels herself against Ford's quirky charm, but she can't help indulging in a little fantasy.

But love and a peaceful life may not be in the cards for Cilla. In the attic, she has found a cache of unsigned letters suggesting that Janet Hardy was pregnant when she died and that the father was a local married man. Cilla can't help but wonder what really happened all those years ago. The mystery only deepens with a series of intimidating acts and a frightening, violent assault. And if Cilla and Ford are unable to sort out who is targeting her and why, she may, like her world-famous grandmother, be cut down in the prime of her life." http://www.noraroberts.com/

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