I got a late start watching a movie last night so only got half way through the suspense thriller “The Constant Gardener” before my eyelids were drooping. Then I read and dozed till after two a.m. “Died in the Wool” arrived from the library yesterday so I put my Nora Roberts book aside and started this one, the first in the Mary Kruger series of knitting mysteries. Since I read the second one first, I’ll be all ready for number three when I finish this one. However, that might be awhile since the second one just came out in May of this year. I see that Monica Ferris has a new book called “Knitting Bones” coming out in December. I’m caught up reading all of hers today. She is also working on one called “Thai Die.” I always enjoy these knitting mysteries and look forward to new ones in the series of ones I follow.
The good news today is that I got word from World Vision that none of the World Vision staff or sponsored children in Peru were affected by the awful earthquake there. Praise the Lord that our sponsored child, Jhon, is safe. But prayers go up for the people who were affected by it.
I spent the morning dealing with a customer whose order got mangled by UPS. She sent me pictures and it was unbelievable! In between that I ripped apart the back of the quilt and cut out the new pieces to make a new back tomorrow. Then we left here at one, picked up the mail, filled the gas tank and arrived at the bank for our 2 o’clock appointment. We had to wait about 15 minutes but took care of business, and then I got a problem straightened out with my business account. It is like getting blood out of a turnip to find out what things can be done to prevent problems with your account, to give you better options, etc.
The hat on the left is the one I knit for Deanna. I finished the one on the right for my Knitting Guild bag. I used some fuchsia yarn I took from the guild’s donation bin and some of the fuzzy yarn from Ann that matched perfectly with it. That makes a whopping two hats for the month for them. Quite a change from the last two months. At least I seem to have gotten out of continuous compulsive obsessive hat mode, thank goodness!

I ran into the drug store next and got some new pink lipstick. I had a hard time finding a color I liked. This one says Orchid Frost but it sure looks pale frosted pink to me. I wear lipstick so seldom that a tube last me for years and I can’t find the pink I was using for awhile. Vanity, vanity…
Bill ate some of the sauerbraten Silvia gave us. As I sat down with my sauerbraten lunch Bill says “I suppose I shouldn’t ask this when you have a plate of food in front of you, but do you want to go eat after we’re done this afternoon.” This after our conversation last night!?! Anyway, by time we got done with everything it was about four o’clock so we talked about where to go eat. We decided to try a new to us place called Marketplace Grille. In addition to regular fare you might expect in a lot of places, they also have jerked chicken or pork dinners, Caribbean crab cakes and paella. Apparently Richard, the owner/chef, and his wife are from the Caribbean. As we walked down the sidewalk after parking the car, we noticed The Harbor Kitchen which we hadn’t seen before. They have entrees like homemade beef stew, four types of lasagna, calzones and quiche. Since Bill had a hankering for Italian, we went to The Harbor Kitchen where he had the meat lasagna and I had the spinach, mushroom and artichoke lasagna. Both were very good and we split a raspberry white chocolate bar for dessert.
It was still early so we toured some of Gig Harbor we haven’t seen before. We went up above the waterfront and drove along streets lined with the huge swanky do homes overlooking the water. For the paltry sum of $597,500 we could own such a home that had the barest glimpse of water if you stood in the right spot on the back deck. Or a mere $295,000 would buy us a .33 acre piece of wooded land which claimed to have a view although we couldn’t see where it would be. Oh well, dreaming is cheap and we eventually returned to our little homestead.
Now I can answer a few emails, watch the rest of my movie and knit on another hat.
There is no better exercise for the heart than reaching down and lifting someone up. - Days of Tips and Inspiration for Quilters