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For Today

Inspired by Marguerite, with instructions from the Simple Woman’s Daybook

Outside my window the rain is drumming on the windowsill and I can see a neighborhood squirrel eating the last of my neighbor’s Halloween jack o’ lantern. November rain is so dreary. I hate to say it, but I’d almost prefer snow.

I am thinking about what last items I must pick up from the grocery store tomorrow to prepare for Thursday’s dinner.

I am thankful for being so fortunate to live where I do, to have a good job, to have a pantry full of food and even some extra pennies to buy new knitting needles or some glorious yarns. Some days it is easy to forget just how lucky I am.

From the kitchen I can hear the dishwasher running. It is full of serving dishes, platters, and a collection of mismatched wine glasses which I’ve brought out of cupboards and uup from the basement in preparation for Thanksgiving.

I am wearing my workout clothes. They are comfy, but a bit smelly, as I haven’t changed since getting home from the gym a few hours ago. It was nice to finally get back there after missing a week or maybe more. It felt good to get moving again. I could have done without the guy on the treadmill in front of me who insisted on running backwards. Show off.

I am creating a pair of socks for my niece Kathryn. Next on the list is a pair for nephew Steven.

I am going to poke around Ravelry for a few minutes before I head back to the kitchen to continue cleaning and organizing. A friend has asked me to research a pattern for a hooded scarf. I’m wondering if she’s thinking about the one in IK Winter 2008? I especially like the pockets. They look pretty but do you think they are really practical?

I am reading The Big House: A Century in the Life of an American Summer Home by George Howe Colt. I’ve just started, but the introduction has taken me back to idyllic summers spent eating crabs and steamers on the beach at my grandparents little cottage on Buzzards Bay. My family’s summer home was nowhere near as grand as Mr. Colt’s, but the memories of family are just as special.

I am hearing my Blackberry buzzing as I write this post. I am trying to restrain myself. I am on vacation this week and have vowed to do my best to to ignore what’s happening at the office.

Around the house things are a bit of a mess. Holidays always require much cleaning and rearranging. There are dishes and utensils on the kitchen table and a large amount of clutter that needs sorting.

One of my favorite things to do is to visit the Rhode Island Watercolor Society Gallery at nearby Slater Park. Sunday was the first day of the annual “Holiday Little Picture” show. It’s a great way to see local artists’ work and pick up an original painting for very little money. Jeff and I bought two, one is a gift for his grandmother and the other is for us, a little painting of the Boston skyline. Very sweet.

A few plans for the rest of the week – get the house ready for Thanksgiving, get my car inspected before the end of the month, go to the gym at least once more, finish Kathryn’s socks and find an interesting but masculine pattern for Steven.

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Goofballs Unite

My copy arrived about a week or so ago, the Saturday before I left for San Jose. I planned to read it on the plane.

But, because I have absolutely zero self-control, I read it all in one sitting, the day before my trip. Which meant I had to buy another book for my trip. (Am I the only one out there who is seduced time and time again by the crisp new books at the Hudson News stores in local airports?)

The book was funny and sad, and more like a letter from a good friend than a self-help, knitting book, but we all knew it would be wonderful, right? I loved the part about texting the guy at the hardware store. Brilliant.

Here’s the part where world’s collide. I was having lunch with my boss, the president of the company. His wife, a former librarian, is working part-time at a book store. He was telling me how she’s really enjoying it, and I said something about how my perfect job would be working at either a book store or a yarn store. More specifically, I told him that either of those would be a perfect part-time job, after I retire, because, you know, right now I work for his company, and that is of course the absolute perfect job, how could it not be?? [Apologies for the excessive italics]

So he says, “Oh, you knit? Do you know the Yarn Harlot?” I just about fell out of my chair. Turns out his wife is also a knitter and she is a big fan. So instead of just saying yes and smiling politely, I start exclaiming, “Does she read Crazy Aunt Purl?? She is great, she just released her first book and I read it in one day, and it was really good…” That’s when his eyes glazed over and he changed the subject.

This is way I’ll never be a big important executive. I cannot contain my inner goofball.

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