Blogger didn't remember me today. I guess it's been a little while. Still, it kind of hurts. But I suppose the unfaithfulness is on both sides, no? Dear Blogger, let's start over. I'll promise to post more if you promise not to make me type in my password every time I want to be with you, ok? Just a little trust, Blogger darling. That's all I'm asking.
This past week was my very last spring break EVER, and I had an enjoyable if fairly quiet week of lounging around my parents' house knitting and watching Law and Order. Actually, what I want to know is, does USA air anything other than Law and Order in the evenings? Because every time I wanted to watch it, it was on, and I'm definitely not complaining about that because I can't get enough of the Special Victims Unit, but still. It seemed a little...odd.
Last weekend my mother and I trekked down to Detroit to visit John K. King Used and Rare Books, and if you like books then you need to go there. I would have set up camp and never left if they had let me. The main store is four floors full of books...think of your average sized Chapters or Barnes and Noble, and then think of a store with about ten times as many books. That's what it was like. The only thing I could have complained about was that there were only five knitting books in the entire store. FIVE. But, I overheard one of the people working there telling another lady (about five minutes after I'd seen the knitting section and been disappointed) that tons of people call about knitting books and they hardly ever get them in. It does kind of make sense, though. Would you give up any of your knitting books? Even in my wildest decluttering moments, the knitting books are sacred.