Goodbye 09

I hope everybody had a great Christmas holiday. After the Christmas festivities,  I managed to snag a few days to myself (no chores, no comissioned work, no husband, no cat, no anything) and have been soaking up the quiet. I don’t think I’ve been that alone with nothing to do since…well… ever. It’s been nice. But I’m ready to have my husband, my cat, and all my to-do lists back.

But now I’m back in the game and working on a few posts for the start of the New Year. Well, they’re not for the New Year…that just happens to be when I’ll be putting them up. Lots of stuff I’ve been making, new plans, etc, etc.

I’m also preparing for our New Year’s celebrations (i.e. visiting with my family for a belated Christmas) and reflecting on 2009. Quite frankly, just between you, me, and my yarn stash, 2009 can kiss my butt. It had its ups and downs but the downs were so terrible and wretched, it brought everything else down with it. So I am ready for 2009 to be over and done with. For-ev-er (name that movie!).

As you may know, I’m not a resolutions kinda gal. I like to reflect on my accomplishments for the previous year and move forward wanting to try new things and new ideas. Easy. But last year, I did make one “goal” for myself. To keep track of all the books I read for that year. And I did.   45 books in a year. Many more attempted and failed. Not every book is readable.

My favorite book read in 2009? Definitely The Road by Cormac McCarthy. That one jumped straight to the top of my all time favorite books. It is simply amazing.

Worst book I read in 09? Easy. Dirty, Sexy, Knitting by Christie Ridgeway. It’s one of those trashy, romances. Throbbing member and all. But with knitting. But not really. Man it was terrible. And since you probably won’t read it (please, don’t) let me tell you about my least/most favorite part (I can’t decide which it is). The scene where our heroine and hero are tied together and facing death. The scene where the bad guy is about to kill our lovers and squash the romance that has been building (badly) through the whole book. They escape. Because they were tied together with a HAND-KNIT SCARF.  And so our heroine was able to find the end and unravel it. Likely because, like many of us, she never bothered to weave in the ends.  It’s either the greatest joke about weaving in ends  or ….just so bad I can’t think about it.

Watch for the 2010 book list. Pretty sure the first one on it is going to be Tropic of Cancer.

So Goodbye 2009. There was a lot of fun had (mostly thanks to Justin who had some great ideas this year) but I’m sure glad you’re not sticking around.

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