This might bring back some happy memories for my girls. I saw the YouTube on Kristen’s blog. I bought the cassette Sesame Street in Harmony when they were little, and wore it out. A few years ago, I picked it up again on CD. It’s 3” out of reach of my left hand, on top of the bookcase to the left of my computer, as I type.
Some knitting progress. The white marker is the halfway point on Juno Regina. The pink markers denote ten eyelet repeats. So I’m maybe two-thirds done with the “pinstriping” section.
The shoe dude was in my building yesterday. He did a much better job of cleaning my red suede shoes than I did. He conditioned them and buffed them, and they are beautiful. And only charged me $10, twice the normal rate, for the amount of labor involved; fair enough. A few more months of useful life, way cheaper than a new pair.
But they are no longer matte, and to me that is the quintessential quality of suedishness. They are no longer, as Fourthborn would have said when she was two or three, rubby.
I am a little sad and a little frustrated.
On the other hand, I came home from work last night and had a bowl of Technicolor potatoes, and they were superb! I sprinkled a little fleur de sel de Camargue [French sea salt] on them; that’s all they needed.
I managed to catch the early train home last night. What did I do with that extra half hour? I got out my putty knife and spackled the bedroom wall. I also brought home a sheaf of newspapers from work, to strew on top of the drop cloths when I reach that point. Won’t be tonight; I have a field trip with my genealogy class. Won’t be tomorrow night; that’s the monthly dinner with Brother Sushi.
We have provisionally agreed to try out the chicken fried steak restaurant that’s near my new chapel. I think it was Angeluna who said it was quite tasty. Trainman was going to try it after work on Monday. Maybe tonight I’ll catch the same train, and he can tell me all about it, and I can tell him how much I enjoyed his suggestion about the potatoes.
I think I’m going to listen to a little JT while the tub fills this morning. “And maybe someday, yeah, you and me, we can have tea with him.” [Chamomile, of course. Just like all the bunnies in Mr. MacGregor’s garden.]
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!