Awesome Post of Awesome

Grandma: (Bird clock, part 2) I came out here the other day and the clock was ticking. Later I hear the bird chirp even though it wasn’t an o’clock. I guess it’s haunting me. I’ll have to throw it out before it drives me crazy.

Let's see what did I do on Saturday oh yeah nothing. I got a bunch of knitting done, though, for the project I can't talk about until it's finished.

Today has been a good day.

Sunday is usually my errand day. I usually have three or four stores on rotation and will go to one of them each weekend. Target, Ulta, Southgate Mall, Publix... today was Ulta's turn. I had to get a new counter mirror because the one I have now is possessed.

Sundays are also great for Starbucks. (But let's be honest here. EVERYTIME is great for Starbucks.) Starbucks is my equivalent of the beach; I go there to read or to knit on their patio with the big umbrellas and I'm happy that I got out of the house. Last time I was there it was for knitting but I had to leave because there were people smoking at the table next to me.

When I went in to Starbucks today the hot barista guy complimented me on my choice in books (I was holding Jonathan Strange). We talked about the plot and then Neil Gaiman's American Gods for a bit.

I'll have to find out when he's working next...

After I got my coffee, I had every intention of reading a few dozen pages of Mr. Norrel & Jonathan Strange but I got distracted by an adorable doggie that was on the patio.

I mean, Hunter is adorable and all, but this dog was something else. From far away he looked like a black bear cub. I think he's a chow mix of some sort, I can't remember.

His name is Thor. THOR.
Though his owner calls him Scruffage.


I was trying to read at the start but I got completely distracted by Janet and Richard (his owners) and we talked for over an hour about all sorts of stuff. Janet used to live in Chicago and Baltimore which is quite a coincidence. We also talked about Pompeii quite a bit. And yarns.

Richard: I had a gerbil once. I named it The Duchess of Flanders. It used to confuse the ‘food corner’ with the ‘poop corner.’ Whatever affection I had for it was gone that day. One day it was dead. It was an un-event.


(Re: How long Mr. Norrel and Jonathan Strange is)
Richard: Her editors probably told her to condense it a little bit. But since it took her ten years to write, she probably told the editors to go to hell.

It was good to meet such nice funny people, and they let me paparazzi their doggie the whole time.

I was later reminded of this:

I got absolutely no reading done, but that's okay.

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I can't wait for Sherlock season 2.


Also,

It seems that ever since my last post, everywhere I go, I am seeing yellow Camaros.

Not a bad thing.