Has it been only four weeks since Labor Day? It feels like six months.
September was jam-packed with projects and activities, after a summer of mostly grand-kid stuff.
I finished the infinity scarf (it’s wet and blocking at the moment). Sixty inches (an actual pattern, the cartridge belt rib, not straight garter stitch) in less than a month is probably a record for me, but about eight or 10 hours of it was done in a two-day racism workshop at church (which was enlightening and possibly fodder for a future blog).
But I have some hand pain from too much knitting and should rest a bit. (Hah. I have a sampler blanket going for the granddaughter.)
I kept up pretty well with jillybeans and mail swaps.
My husband needed post cards and a poster for his upcoming show at Paradox Players, so that was a quick turnaround project, and we now have cards in hand.
Several plays and concerts took up some evenings, including the surprisingly funny “Urinetown,” a terrific one-man production of “Henry V,” a terrible puppet show, a Gilbert & Sullivan musicale/parody of Downton Abbey, and a wonderful recital by our dear neighbor and fantastic pianist, Rick Rowley, at UT’s Bates Recital Hall. Seven other evenings were well spent on Ken Burns’ excellent series, “The Roosevelts.”
The courtyard and patio are cleaned up and freshened with new plants and pottery. I turned Chloe’s abandoned sand table into a small writing/drawing table so I can get out of the garret on pleasant fall days.
I also got the garret (studio) reorganized once again, and went through years’ worth of writing, organizing it for rewriting and finalizing. I shouldn’t start a new piece until I’ve cleaned up that huge backlog. (Hah, once more. That’s like having only one knitting project going.)
A couple of weekends with the granddaughter (including one with her friend from next door) ran me ragged, so I gave myself this weekend off. I did go to a Texas Choral Consort retreat yesterday, but I was so tired from Friday’s hauling concrete blocks and bags of pea pebbles the notes swam before my eyes.
I was feeling at loose ends for a little while, wondering what to do next. Then I decided “fallow” is a good concept, and it’s nice to take some time off, watch a movie, read.
October will fill up quickly, starting with a long-overdue condo newsletter. Now I’m going to finish reading the Sunday paper and have leftovers for dinner.