Plodding

I stayed up until 2:30 AM reading a friend’s screenplay last night. It’s 128 pages, formatted according to strict screenplay protocol. She told me it would take me about half an hour to read it. It took me more than three hours. Granted I was jotting down notes, but am I a super-slow reader or what? I’ve always suspected I am. How long would it take you to read 128 pages of screenplay?

As a consequence of my nightowlishness, my brain and eyes are now shutting down. I’m not really up to writing much in the way of a blog entry, but please feel free to share my mania for local flora. There are these pink violets that have been popping up all over my garden. Where do they come from and what do they want? I certainly never planted them. But I like how this clump situated itself next to this Thalictrum flavum ‘Illuminator.’ (And very aptly named it is, too. It really illuminates some of the dimmer corners of my garden.)

A few more snaps from my garden (taken today) are here.

Portland’s fantastic succession of flowering trees continues as well. The (crab)apple blossoms are in full swing now (at least I think that's what they are).





Even B—the chap who doesn’t know a hydrangea from a rhododendron—is getting into it.

One last thing. I finished this Smurfy sweater this weekend.



I know it looks somewhat deformed and lumpen in the photo, but it actually fits perfectly and is my most successful knitting project to date. I’m quite pleased with it, and should the Blue Man Group ever decide to hire a woman, I think it’s safe to assume I’ll be a shoe-in.