It's Snowing Here. Right Now. In April.

I'm in Manhatten right now, sitting on the tenth floor of Whittier Hall at Teacher's College. I'm flying home tonight, assuming the driving wind and snow let up (please, God, I do not want to be stuck in the airport with a disgruntled one year old, of whom I cannot ask for more good behavior than I already have). I love New York (I have partaken daily of the sacrament of the H&H bagel), but I'm saturated with all the culture I can handle, and I'm ready to be home. I spent four hours at the Metropolitan Museum of Art yesterday, and I think that I simply can't take in anything more. I'm saturated. We're borrowing my brother's HUGE suitcase to lug home all the stuff we bought; cast iron horse and camel teapots, some KOIGU, some Manos, yippee-yi-ki-yay! (Nephi, don't have a heart attack when I get home--I didn't spend THAT much. Really. We'll only have to sell one of our children to pay the debt.) We went to Purl and The Yarn Company, and the last thing we're doing today before we meet the car to the airport is a book signing at Seaport Yarn for Ann and Kay of Mason-Dixon Knitting. I bought the book at The Strand on Monday and found a note tucked inside with their booktour listed; it started yesterday in Manhatten! I love reading Ann and Kay's blog and the chance to meet them is serendipitously wonderful. So wish me luck and I'll see you soon. "MWAH!" [airkiss, airkiss]