It’s quiet around here


This one flew back on Saturday night, arriving in Boston on Sunday morning. She had 12 hours to hang around the city, and also to get her homework done, before meeting up with a friend for a ride north. One plan was to take the T to the public library and work there. A small hitch was that it wasn’t going to be open until 1. What did she eventually do? I don’t know — she’s now a grown up.


I’ve heard from this one, though. She’s got a paper to write on something about the use of folk tales in The Canterbury Tales. Two weeks til the end of the semester means two weeks until she’ll be home again, but also two weeks to get everything finished up. We conferred about library resources. I showed her how to borrow a book from another library. Good thing about that Library School degree.

I’m sort of putting myself out of a job, but it’s not an entirely bad feeling.


Lots to report, but look!


I have knitted a sweater!

It actually looks like a real sweater. It’s a miracle.

Buttons are applewood from the Tallinn Christmas Market last December. I cant believe it was a year ago.

Bins and a persimmon tree

As promised . . .

Do you find the blue highly offensive?

My mother came to visit, and N and M have come home. My mother left this morning.

I’m exhausted, but it’s been fun, and N and M are home for the whole week. I know this will surprise you, but they are even more beautiful than I’d remembered!

We went for a walk, and to see Harry Potter, and we’ve been eating out and having people in.

I’m going in to work this morning for a bit of a rest.

And then I think we have to start cooking — but maybe after a little bit of time lying on the couch. The girls have a ton of work to do, apparently.

It was great to have my mother here — she was very helpful — but I’m completely worn out now.

However, my wrapping paper is completely organized, the piles off books all over the upstairs landing are packed in boxes and up in the attic and I believe all my spices are in alphabetical order.


Window peeping

All kinds of windows to peek in last night:

That’s the super secret Senior Cabin where the seniors were preparing for the Big Game this weekend.

Here it is again.  I suppose there’ll be a bonfire on Friday night.


Here’s the church whose yard I cut through. It has a lovely garden.


and a gate.

When I was a senior in college, my house was a long way from campus and my friend P and I used to walk home in the dark, peeking into all the warm houses along the way home with their homey living rooms and yellow lamplight pouring out, thinking about the kind of houses we wanted to have. We each did this, but didn’t know that the other did it until halfway through the year.

A whole lot of that year was all about arranging just the right space for us to live and work in. We spent more time arranging than working, I think.  I think we were probably ready to be out of college and living our lives. Or so we thought.

Tonight I came home early, and this is peeking out.

Not the new cans

I know I promised you the new recycling bins, and I know everyone wants to see them, but in my haste this morning I forgot to stick the picture of them in the drafts folder.

So you’ll have to wait.

In the meantime you can look at my sweater. That was the beginning, and I finished the back and the two fronts and now I’m on a sleeve.

I’m afraid that’s about all I have to say for myself.

Maybe tomorrow for the cans . . .

The walk home


Some rather spectacular sunsets lately.




The pictures don’t really do justice to them.



Tomorrow — the walk to work. The light was very clear this morning. Included will be photographic evidence of the new recycling bins.  Oh yes.


[Center justification an homage to Alice, who has just won a prize.]