I have been a soap making machine this week, trying to get caught up after a winter that was consistently too cold to let me work in the garage. Half my work is done there, with pretty much only the heating and mixing done in the kitchen. I burned out my electric stick. It was on its last legs anyway, and I had a upscale replacement in the wings - thanks Costco. I have one more batch to go before we leave on vacation which is why I'm trying to get everything done. It takes a month to cure and it would be convenient to have everything all cured at one. Yesterday was another of those all-day in town things, so to sweeten the pot, I stopped by my daughter's for a visit on my way home. Lexy-Lu wanted to show me how she had cleaned her room - open for interpretation. We went to the local park after, so she could show me how she goes up the climbing wall, and in all of this conversation, I ask how Auntie Athena's pregnancy is going - due in August, right? Mother! Ever hear that? Mother!! She's about to pop! So how did I confuse August with June - I plead retirement. That baby blanket that I had planned to weave by August was frantically thrown at the loom today. It's so much faster than knitting a baby present, but still. And if you can believe it, this is how the sun set in May. We know that sun will come with June, but is has been an astounding month and winter.
I finished my book today, a romp by William Boyd, shortlisted for the Booker Award. Who knew a literary author could also spin a complex tale of suspense. I've read several of his books and was completely entertained - suspect there might be a sequel and certainly hope so. It was Ordinary Thunderstorms and I enjoyed it totally. I was almost put off by the Amazon comments and am glad that I trusted my instincts. It was a blast.