What a busy weekend!

The mail arrives late on Saturdays. And it brought me a present! Donna Lee made me, out of the kindness of her heart, Tofutsies!
Are they not beautiful? And they are sooo comfortable! Wowser! I love hand-knit socks, and I'm far too impatient to knit them. You have to pay attention to things like heels and patterns, and then you have to do the whole thing all over again.The dreaded second-sock syndrome. I can manage simple ribbed tube socks, but those just ain't pretty, and these are! Thank you, Donna Lee!

DH and I went shopping, and much to my amazement, I heard a voice from the produce department calling out, "Eat meeeee!" Look at that artichoke! Is this not a glorious huge thistle? DH agreed to buy it and cook it, but wouldn't even try it, so I had the whole thing to myself, and it was the most delicious artichoke I have ever eaten in my life! I think artichokes are happy food, because you are SUPPOSED to eat them with your fingers! It took me hours to devour it. Vegetable bliss! I'm going to go see if it has any buddies still in the store.

The roses are beginnning to bloom. This one has lost it's tag, so I don't know the name, but she's hella hardy, surviving frost and blackspot and throwing out party-pink blooms that smell like Grandmas's handkerchief drawer. Swoony sweet roseamundo!

Sunday morning I rolled out early and toddled off to the Knitting Guild of America sales show. I didn't bother with any of the classes, just headed straight for the vendors. Rather a sparse showing, and, due to the economy, a lot of worried faces. Can't say that I did much to help the situation, either. I picked up end of show deals. A pound of hand-dyed merino from Newton Country for $35. What? It's worsted weight, pink and purpple, wool, and on sale. What's not to like?

And I bought a basket woven in Ghanna. Again, end of show sale, only $25.

Nice and big and good for anything you need. Just because I already have four similar baskets from the same guy doesn't mean I didn't need another. They are so sturdy and they hold even more than you would think. I can load it almost too heavy to carry.

And then we went to see "Star Trek," and like everyone else in the nation, we enjoyed it vastly!! What a dynomite concept - The original crew in a new generation! Well written, well acted, well executed, and with Nimoy's signature sense of humor! We'll probably go see it again.

The happy food, the happy movies, the happy weather (sunny and mid 80s) and the increased dosage of Prozac are doing the trick. The grey fillm is lifting from life, the bad dreams have stopped, and the disturbing impulses haven't intruded for days now. (Like, at least one or two days already.) Those impulses were the worst part of it. I'm used to the committe of personalities I can identify in my own head. They're all aspects of the essential me. But these impulses are cold and unfamiliar, as if from right outside myself. DH assures me that everyone gets them from time to time, and I think he's right, but they were getting so loud and frequent. I can understand why people would believe in demonic posession. There's a Russian proverb to the effect that, "You can't keep the birds of misery from flying over your head, but you don't need to let them nest in your beard." Good ol' Prozac gives me a metaphorical clean shave!