Big plans

I have two things I want to do tomorrow. One is to plant the stuff I bought last weekend that I didn't get into the ground. I'm really glad that I had the day off on Friday and had the opportunity to go to the nursery--I really enjoyed it--but I wasn't really feeling all that well, and didn't feel like going out and digging in the yard. I did get the geraniums potted--one for the front porch and one for the back--but that's it, I think. The other things need to go into the ground, and I'm going to have to do that this weekend.

I keep going out and watering them in their tiny pots; I know that they could still be at the nursery, and thus they're no worse off, but still, I worry . . .

The second thing I want to do is go to Lawrence to the yarn store. I've been ordering stuff online, but I haven't been to a physical yarn store in a few weeks, and there's just something about actually going in and feeling the yarn. I need to make Dinah a catnip mouse, and Bob thinks it should be a different color than the one I made last weekend, so we can tell them apart (yeah, like they'll really care, but okay), and I don't have any worsted weight wool. And no place to get any, since none of the mass merchandise retailers carry pure wool.

So a trip to the yarn store is in order. And I need a couple of smaller circular needles, since I've been playing around with making hats.

And I want to felt something. I keep looking at patterns for felted bags, and I know they're fairly simple to do, but without a stash of wool leftovers, I don't have anything to experiment with. So I might get a couple of skeins or balls of wool and try felting something.

So those are my big plans for the weekend.

I'm listening to the audio version of Martin Cruz Smith's Nightwing in the car. I don't think I ever read the book, but I saw the movie several times, and having a visual memory of the characters is really enhancing the pleasure of listening to the book. Nick Mancuso was the hunky Native American police deputy/hero, Kathryn Harrold his rich white girlfriend; David Warner the obsessive bat hunter, Stephen Macht the tribal head with connections to white business interests, and Strother Martin the one-time missionary now running the general store.

The movie was promoted as basically a horror movie, but it isn't, really, nor is the book. There is a lot more effort concentrated on the Native American aspects of the story, making it read more like a Tony Hillerman novel than a horror story. The bat scenes are fairly graphic and kind of gruesome, but I don't find "natural" horror nearly as horrific as the human kind. Vampire bats are just doing what they're supposed to do, what they're built to do. Not that I would want to run into one, of course.

Listening to it makes me want to see the movie again; I'm going to have to look at home and see if I actually have it--I'm guessing I must have a tape that I recorded off the television at some point, otherwise I don't know how I would remember it so clearly. I'm pretty sure I don't have a commercial copy, but it might be something to look for in the discount bins.