Avert Your Eyes

My foot is really coming along and I'm going to post some pictures of it at the end of this post, along with a better picture of my SIP (Sock In Progress). Actually, although I've been blogging in my head almost non-stop, now that I'm sitting here in front of my computer, I can't remember anything I wanted to say.

I wish I wasn't going senile.

I'm sure it's just coincidence that my mother-in-law is visiting.

So, I've been thinking further about why people write and read blogs and I started thinking how much I enjoy reading my friend Kathy's blog. (Her name for her blog came from finding a note that her daughter had written her that said, "Your a rel HORE" an innocent misspelling of "HERO" but hysterically funny in that way that unwitting kids' jokes often are.) Kathy lives in Toronto (so does the Yarn Harlot --do you think maybe I have a thing for Canadians?) and I haven't seen her since 2004. Still, she's one of my closest friends --a person who "gets" me and my strange sense of humor and the fact that I'm a wine snob and hopeless at math. She likes me anyway and I so, so, so love her. I want to move in right next door to her and watch her kids when she's late from work or bring her dinner because I always make too much.

So, for me, reading her blog and seeing what she's thinking and doing and "hearing" her voice as she writes brings me closer to her. It's the same with my friend Tiffany, although I don't want to live next to Tiffany. I love her madly but ours is a relationship of words --she edited my book-- and if we lived next door, it wouldn't make any difference, we'd still be sitting in our houses side by side, e-mailing each other. I like reading her blog because it makes me really think. Like, she just posted this piece which questioned whether the immediacy of blogging made writers less likely to play the publishing game. My answer is that it does and I need to get back to work! (Dang.)

But first, some updated pictures. (Don't look at the last two if you're squeamish.)