Fall seems to inspire that organization, doesn't it? And finally, after a year here, I'm feeling enough order in the domestic topography/geography to assign items and activities to places and containers. It makes a difference, spending fewer minutes trying to remember where I might have put the good fabric scissors (must be hidden from the heathens who might use them on paper. . . or worse) or figuring out a surface I could safely leave the blocked pieces of a knit garment while it's being seamed together. . . .
1. Finally finished the main pieces of the cabled poncho I've been knitting (here's a made-up version of Michelle Wang's Vale pattern), and today I'm seaming it together. I'm hoping it might be done today, so that I can pick up stitches for the turtleneck to knit while we watch. . . . but wait, that's #2, see below.. . . (On the iPad screen, the instructions for Mattress Stitch courtesy of Knitty magazine; I always pull this up for a refresher while I'm sewing a knit garment together)
3. If the supernatural is not at all your jam, and you're looking for something good to watch this weekend, Pater and I both enjoyed watching Jane Fonda and Robert Redford make some sparks in Our Souls at Night. Consummate actors, the two of them, and the adaptation of Kent Haruf's novel makes for a sweet little script.
A bit more crusty, edgy, poignant, wry, and downright hilarious, Noah Baumbach's The Meyerowitz Stories features some notable work from a fairly large, ensemble-ish cast of actors (some amusing cameos -- Sigourney Weaver plays herself, for example). Dustin Hoffman, Ben Stiller, and Adam Sandler are particularly good -- the latter really surprised me-- Emma Thompson's character is a hoot.
4. But it's not been all knitting and screen-watching around here. We've had spectacular fall weather, and I've been cycling and walking. I took a gazillion photos (or more!) after I dropped a g'daughter at school the other morning, and I've been posting them on Instagram, but I saved one just for you. . .
5. And let me close with another photo I've already posted on Instagram, a snap of a moment I've come to enjoy these last few weeks. . . I've had the occasional privilege of picking up a g'daughter after school to take her to a class. So far, on the days Nana does the walking, we've been rain-free, and we've had such good chats along the way. Once she's dropped off, I repair to a local teashop/bakery, find a small table in the corner, at the window if I'm lucky, and I order a pot of tea (Irish breakfast, even tho' it's late afternoon) and sometimes, a cookie (they makes the best salted chocolate-chip cookies!). Then an hour of sitting with my book, occasionally looking up to suss out activity in the shop, sometimes glancing out the window to see whether that mom will catch her toddler before he lurches himself at the golden retriever or to observe how much that ancient woman is enjoying the pastry her not-quite-so-ancient companion has brought outside for her, wrapped cozily in her wheelchair. I pop up once to have my teapot refreshed with hot water, several times to pour a spot of milk in my cup. Such a simple, affordable luxury. Almost as blissful as the walk back home with a young girl full of the accomplishments of her class.
And now it's the weekend. Pater gets back today, and he's Google-calendar-invited me on a dinner date tonight at a favourite French restaurant in our neighbourhood. Tomorrow morning we have two littles for a few hours, and after that, I'm hoping we might get out on our bikes for a bit. Four or five days of sunshine ahead, apparently, and we want to make the most of those!
What about you? If you were to make a list of Five Things (or Two or Three), what would be first on that list? Could you get to Five with no trouble? Go for it, right here in the comments. Or just tell me if you've ever read Maigret, in English or in French (I seem to have begun collecting the French livres de poche copies -- Simenon wrote scads and scads, so I'll need an extra shelf)? Or whether your partner ever sends you a dinner invitation via the Google calendar (I get a kick out of this new practice which my not-so-techy husband has discovered)?
Oops, I've actually just remembered what was supposed to be my Number One, and it didn't make it on the list at all
-- I'll have to tell you more about this next week instead. . .