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...