I got nothin'
Man, am I a crappy blogger or what? I really didn't mean to go so long without posting but I just have nothing much to say. I haaaaate this time of year - we got a few warm, springlike days last week and then the temperature plunged back into the 40s and it's just been cold and windy and miserable. I'm just so sick of winter - sick of coats and hats and freezing on the subway platform, sick of wind and my ears hurting from the cold. I *always* gain weight around now, and I got on the scale this morning and did not like the number I saw. So, back to Weight Watchers. Woo.
My apartment is still a disaster area after the work they had to do last week, which meant I had to clear out my cabinets and front closet - I'm trying to be really smart about how I utilize that space now but it's a little overwhelming.
Anyone else on Postcrossing? Love it! For some reason I get a lot of cards from Finland, of all places - in fact I got three in one day last week! Great stamps - I'll post pictures when I can find my camera, which is under a pile of ...... something right now.
Yeah, I know it's supposed to be a knitting blog. I'm even bored with knitting right now. Tubey is almost done, but I am seriously never doing that much ribbing ever again. Yes, I know I've said it before. I really mean it this time.
I finally explored a part of my neighborhood I've never really checked out before (thanks to the MTA and their freaking weekend track work that forced me to walk five blocks to a different train). I knew there was a Pathmark not too far away, but it's actually closer than I thought. I went in last night and I'm going to drag my shopping cart over there later today to stock up - very decent prices and big selection of some things. Not so much in the way of organic or health food, but it will be great for staples.
Walking back last night I passed a guy selling ceviche from the back of a van. Now, I love me some street food - grilled corn in Greece, churros in Mexico - yummy - we even buy tamales from the lady who shows up every Friday outside of the theatre. But ....... I'm not sure about buying nearly-raw seafood in the parking lot of a Hess station from a guy named Bobby Fish.
Even if he does call himself "El Rey de Ceviche."



