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I finally went out today and bought the bookbookbook. I am in love. I usually will sit down with a book and devour it greedily, not putting it down until I am finished, which usually ends in a reading hangover. Not this. Each page is another little gem of wisdom that can be read one at a time and savored, like the hidden stash of Girl Scouts cookies that is horded to make them last longer. I have laughed out loud, reflected inward, and marveled in the fact that I am not the only one who thinks like this.

I also picked up a copy of the Ray Bradbury book "The Cat's Pajamas" to read. It is a collection of his short stories that span his incredible 60 year literary career. He dedicates his book to two people: his brother and Donn Albright. I mention this because I've known Donn since I was little. He grew up in Muncie and lived next to my mom when she was growing up. After he graduated high school he moved to New York and hasn't left. He teaches art at Pratt Institute, but comes back to Muncie over school breaks to the house he grew up in. His parents are long gone, but the house is filled with memories of his childhood, and now his adulthood. Part of his adulthood has been spent cataloging Ray's work. He is affectionately known as Ray's "golden retriever." He has retrieved works from Ray's basement long since forgotten. I can't say enough about Donn. I blame him for my addition to fruity wine drinks and old Porches.

The pattern was the new one from Jenna. The cardigan pattern is the bomb-diggity, and I can't wait to start knitting. And I won't have to figure out how to enlarge it for my zaftig frame. WooHoo!! I just have to finish the mountain of other projects before I can justify starting this one. I'll probably buy the yarn while Vince is at Pennsic and hide it, only to "discover" it later in my stash, begging to be knit up into this wonderful sweater.