I'd be smiling too

Took that picture on a vintage crawl with Lindydiva and her hubby.

Things are going well here. I got my mojo back, a little, and am working on a feather and fan scarf for a Christmas gift. Baby steps, you know? I've been spinning a bit, but the spindle spinning doesn't work well with the fan on and shit. I purchase a huge vintage hatbox on said vintage crawl which current holds about 75% of my sock yarn. I just can't open it or it will explode. I can now get into my stash hutch without fear of bodily harm. I've been working on spinning, and beer greatly helps with that <=burp!=>

I really fucking miss New Orleans right now, to the point where, if the opportunity presented itself, we'd be moving there. Ever feel like that about any place? The hot summers do that to me, because I know they won't last here, and I know there I'm guaranteed 95 degrees, 95% humidity from mid-May til mid-October. I just love that wet hot blanket that hits you in the face when you walk outside. I miss the anoles. I miss the FOOD, oh my fucking God, the FOOD. I miss being able to buy hard liquor at Walgreen's. I miss ABITA IN EVERY FUCKING BAR IN TOWN, as I seem to have to go to Allston to find it. I miss to-go cups. I miss that sickly-sweet smell of peaches and rotting vegetation that seems to be there, all the time, but especially in the summer. I miss houses falling down under the weight of the cat's-claw ivy. I miss that weird metallic sound that may just be some kind of tree frog, or cicada -- I never figured out which. I miss the sea of frogs on the sidewalks that one encounters in the late summer. What's up with that?

Summer will be over in a month and a half. I need to use my time wisely.