No Rational Analysist Allowed

Before I forget, the sardines came out great- they tasted just like, ummmm, big tinned sardines. The recipe had a lot of vinegar and you let them sit in it so basically they are pretty pickled by the time they are ready. Now my main complaint was that I had them cleaned at Whole Foods when I bought them, but got them home and all that had been done was they were gutted. I had to cut off their little heads (ugh) and pull out their backbones (ugh) and (ugh) scale them. They were 'in the style of Naples' and I hauled them off to a friends house as an appetizer knowing his family was from that area. I proudly set them down and he announced he won't eat ANY seafood and launched into a long tirade about how he hates it and every other food he won't eat. Fortunately TY and our friend's daughter (who is a very picky eater) loved them and ate a good portion. So much for the sardines, on to the Horror-Scope.

Your emotional stability can be an anchor in a storm today. Although others may not be able to see that your feet are actually on the ground, you continue to maintain a clear sense of reality while floating through the turbulence. Luckily, your work doesn't require a lot of rational analysis now, so trust your intuition and sort out everything tomorrow when it all makes more sense.

OMG. My WORK doesn't require rational analysis now. Well, OK, I guess. Guess I won't turn on the wax pot today because I may do something dumb like stick my hand in it. I do have two huge skeins of yarn that are desperate to be wound into balls- that sounds kind of rational, but thoughtless, eh? That's what I'll do. I got all my papers stashed into a cupboard, not terribly convenient but at least easier to look through than the big cardboard folder I was keeping it all in. Never knew I was such a paper collector, but I've been printing papers forever, as well as bringing home 5 or 6 sheets wherever I see it displayed. Lately I have been bringing home all the fabulous papers from Nepal that Anthropologie has displayed as wrapping papers. Beautiful things ranging from a burlap fused to paper down to batik designs. The other day I got a gold mesh set that looks like screening gone glitz, must be the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills influence. They come in packs of three sheets for $10, and that is about what the papers from the art stores come out to. I may feel guilty about shoe buying (believe it or not), but I never feel guilty about art supplies. Probably because they are so hard to come by down here.

Or, like Robert Genn quoted today:

God gives us the nuts, but he does not crack them. Franz Kafka

Guess I forgot to post this earlier today. I hauled myself off to my little Stitch and Bitch group and the day evaporated around me. I wasn't going to stay for lunch but ended up being nailed to my seat so stayed anyway. For reasons I won't go into here, involving a large orange jug, I decided to skip the studio this afternoon and instead stay home and clean out one rack in the closet. I figureed one rack isn't overwhelming, right? Well, it is. I took all the stuff out and stacked it on the bed, then picked it all back up and rehung it because I was (well, duh) overwhelmed! Instead I went and made a big lasagna that overflowed it's pan, so I made 6 big lasagna cupcakes for another day. And so, in between kitchen stuff I knitted some more on my yellow linen cabled scarf. Outside, sitting in a sun beam. Eat your heart out.