Somehow, my comfort watch of the moment (do you have those?) has become Pacific Rim. I’ve probably watched it five times in the last couple of weeks. (The funny thing is, I was genuinely scared when I saw it in the theater—like, convinced giant monsters were going to crawl out of the Atlantic and get me scared.) But on the small screen, it’s perfect.
In recent weeks, I’ve also seen Age of Ultron (mostly not a fan) and Welcome to Night Vale (such a fan!), and I finished the sweater I’ve been knitting since December. (Well, finished except that it still needs its buttons.) I enjoyed the sweater-making so much that I’m already picking out my next pattern and yarn . . . and when fall comes around, I’ll actually be able to wear them. ;) But I’m not rushing that, standing as we are in these parts on the edge of summer, smelling the last of the lilacs and looking forward to the first ice cream cone.
In recent weeks, I’ve also seen Age of Ultron (mostly not a fan) and Welcome to Night Vale (such a fan!), and I finished the sweater I’ve been knitting since December. (Well, finished except that it still needs its buttons.) I enjoyed the sweater-making so much that I’m already picking out my next pattern and yarn . . . and when fall comes around, I’ll actually be able to wear them. ;) But I’m not rushing that, standing as we are in these parts on the edge of summer, smelling the last of the lilacs and looking forward to the first ice cream cone.