worst book on the planet. No, I tell a lie- the universe.
I got this book, because, let's face it, we want to know what Martha is really like, and the author was a neighbor and friend. She witnessed Martha's rise to the top, as well as Martha's divorce, and eventually her own marriage falls apart. She accompanied MS on a number of trips, surprised to be billed later for her expenses, and seems to always be crying poor.(while telling us that she preferred shopping at Hermes) I just wasn't buying any of it- she came off as a wannabe- and after the stock scandal that sent MS to jail, they were no longer friends. I wonder what the point of this book really was. But then, who cares?
So why is this relevant? I go to bed at night, making a mental list
of what I actually did. When I wake up, I list what I can do in the day
ahead. I seem to have a hard time being in the moment, because once
something is accomplished, I am onto the next thing.
Boreal but I haven't blocked it. The Artesano Aran is wonderful yarn. I did add some extra snowflakes in, so I wouldn't have to do as many long floats. I am really pleased.