Monday, July 22, 2013

A Mixed Bag

I had a very special little visitor last Friday morning. His mom calls him the "baby burrito" when he's swaddled like this:

In the meantime, I have been entrusted with care of tomatoes and other such. They are rotting on the vine and I can't figure out what I can do to save them. I've had wilt before, but nothing like this (from what I can tell, it's blossom end rot, but I can't find a non-chemical remedy that doesn't involve more work than I can handle).  Anyone have any suggestions?  I feel terrible; The Girls will get back from camp and find out I killed their tomatoes:

And finally, being a masochist at heart, I started a sweater for Girl-child.  She wants a red sweater for her birthday/Christmas.  Don't know what makes her think I can make something that may fit her after my most recent fail.

On a brighter note, I went to the theater to see Far Out Isn't Far Enough: The Tomi Ungerer Story last weekend, which was fascinating.  I also watched Dazed and Confused (Criterion Collection from the library) which was quite remarkable.  I remember nights just like that around the same time period (1976). 

I'm also thinking that I will take the Nautical Knitting Cruise whether I can afford it or not because tonight I'm feeling like I should throw caution to the wind...


Fede said...

No me gustan mucho los burritos, pero el bebé está para comérselo.

soxanne said...


Mary Lou said...

Dazed and confused makes me laugh hard. Martha was indeed a hip hip lady. Also blossom end rot is weather and water related, so probably not your fault.

soxanne said...

Thanks for telling me it's not my fault!