You know what my problem is?

Neither do I, but I believe it is a variant of obsessive-compulsive disorder. I love to read and I love to knit but I cannot find a balance between the two interests. As a result I do one or t'other. If my knitting life is productive I cannot get interested in a book. If I'm reading a good book there's no hope of getting any knitting done.

At the moment I'm trying to find that happy balance by reading Debbie Macomber's Blossom Street series. I read the first one when it first came out. I found it mildly enjoyable so I bought the second one and left it sitting on the shelf for a year. Now I've read approximately one-third of it and find that any mention of the knitting class ignites in me a burning desire to knit a sock. As I am trying to concentrate on a baby blanket and a shawl at the moment, this is ultimately counterproductive.

The end result is that the reading and the knitting are making glacial progress. And I have nothing worth photographing at this point.

I am thrilled beyond words that June is finally winding down. I have one daughter celebrating a birthday today, other daughter is graduating tomorrow, niece's birthday the next day. Need to buy gifts for gymnastics coaches, make vacation arrangements and sell my car before the end of the month. Then I plan to sleep through the first half of July.