Back at the ranch, Bill is eating lettuce. Three kinds of gourmet lettuce, interplanted with garlic,plus spinach and carrots. He says it's tasty. Right now, he adds, it's snowing on the lettuce. Yep, snowing again in Texas. Sleeting, too. That's an El Nino winter for you. No lettuce for me here in New Mexico (unless I want to buy it at the supermarket in Las Vegas), but I brought some Texas tomatoes with me--green when I picked them, beautifully ripe now.
Here in New Mexico, there's still plenty of snow on the ground and maybe some more on the way, part of the same system that's bringing snow to Texas. We've had a couple of power outages, and I've learned where the oil lamps, candles, matches, and flashlights are. I've finished the copyedited manuscript of The Tale of Oat Cake Crag (the copyeditor did a wonderful job), and emailed it back to New York. Now, I'm back at work on Mourning Gloria, plus some work for Story Circle, lots of reading, and some knitting. Okay, lots of knitting. On my third pair of socks already.
Reading note. Everybody tells me that they would love to knit but they don't have time. I look at people's lives and I can see opportunity and time for knitting all over the place. The time spent riding the bus each day? That's a pair of socks over a month. Waiting in line? Mittens. Watching TV? Buckets of wasted time that could be an exquisite lace shawl.--Stephanie Pearl-McPhee.