Hello my lovlies, I'm sorry that there has been such a delay in my postings but I've been busy doing... Nothing really. There's so much to tell you about that every time I sit down to write it all out, it just seems like way too much work and I play a Nancy Drew game instead. Let's do a brief overview of my activities, shall we?
-I've been knitting like a fiend. Churned out a mobius scarf, a wee coin purse for my coins, a belt-bag to collect seaglass in (who's pattern I designed and may very well put on Ravelry), and a slouchy hat that I only just started today but that should be done by the time Connor gets home. I also have a passport cozy on the needles for Carrick, but that will have to wait until I have enough motivation to pick it up again.
-Connor and I went to the East Timor equivalent of the DMV. It. Was. Awful. Almost worse than back at home if you can believe it. Carrick's fiancee Sharanya told us it would only take forty minutes or so, but it ended up taking several hours. We would have been there even longer if a helpful Timorese man hadn't come up to us and said: "Sim?" Which is a permit to drive. We nodded and he whisked us away to another window, filled out all the paperwork for us, and took us through every step of the way, thereby putting us in front of himself and making his trip to the DMV twice as long. After we got our permits, I tried to hand him some money for his trouble (before anyone gets offended, that kind of behavior is customary here. Help someone out, get a few bucks) and he shook his head and said: "Just to help." What an awesome guy!
-Missed my skype date with my family on Monday due to an unfortunate miscommunication with Sharanya about when she was leaving for West Timor (taking the internet stick with her, as was agreed upon). I was super bummed all day, but Connor went out and got another one, so hopefully I'll be able to talk to my family soon.
-I don't know if it's a children's week festival or something, but for the last few days, whenever the sun goes down, children gather in the streets and start chanting something in Tetun and then break into song. This lasts all evening and well into the night. It might be cute if it wasn't so... creepy. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a strange aversion to children singing. It's too much like the shining. When kids sing, I get a wicked case of the hee-bee jee-bees.
-I've been reading like a fiend too. I've been a fast reader my entire life but in the last few weeks I've broken some of my own records. I read Stieg Larson's "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" in just a few days, I re-read one of my favorite romance novels whose name I will not divulge due to embarrassment, I read Suzanne Collins' "The Hunger Games" yesterday, and I read a fantastic book by Stephanie Bond called "In Deep Voodoo" today. I need to either get more books on my kindle or start reading slower. All I have left that I haven't read are "Mocking Jay" the second of the Hunger Games trilogy, "The Girl who Played with Fire", the second of the Melinium Trilogy, and Jane Eyre. I'll probably be through those by the end of the week.
Well that's all I've got for now but next time I'll definitely have pictures of my latest knitted goodies.
P.S. If you have a Kindle, like mystery novels, and want a new read, then you should take a look at "In Deep Voodoo". It's incredibly good, totally blew my mind in terms of what I was expecting it to be. Plus it's free for Kindles! I don't know about Nooks though...
Alexis! Michelle here. Connor linked your blog on his so I thought I'd stop by.
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw that you are reading the Hunger Games trilogy I was super stoked - but I wanted to hurry to point out that the second book is "Catching Fire", not "Mockingjay"! You might be a little confused reading them in reverse order, haha. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
Thankfully I didn't get the books themselves mixed up, just the names. Man, if I had mixed up the books? That would have sucked. "District 13? Where the hell is Pita? Gale's here? Who the hell is President Coin?!"
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