Yesterday we had an appointment for Verizon to set up FIOS at our new house. They were supposed to arrive anywhere between 1 and 5 p.m. Around 5:30 we call Verizon … the technician is “on his way.” Around 6 p.m. heavy rain starts to fall and lightning streaks the sky. My son, who has been home sick all week, is bored out of mind and has a terrible headache. My head is throbbing too because I’ve missed my 4 p.m. tea. (Note to self: buy tea kettle to use in new house during renovations!)
Finally Verizon technician arrives at 6:40 p.m. I feel sorry for him. It’s going to be a 12-hour day for him. At least I had my knitting!
I’ve been craving gray lately. And no, I’m not depressed. I love the look of the skies before a storm, the hair of a woman who has let nature have her way, the way certain steely colors glow against a white blouse. Knitting this triangular lace shawl soothed my craving.
We never made it up to Maine over Labor Day weekend (sob! but more plans are in the works) so I was able to make great strides on my Cadence sweater, part of the Newbie and the Knitter Knitalong. It took me about two weeks to knit up and was quite enjoyable to work on, especially since the weather has gotten cooler here in Boston and it’s nice to have something bulky and wooly on the lap. I also surprised myself by picking a vibrant peacock blue/green, which is so totally not “me” — I gravitate toward forest and spring greens, dull gold, steely gray, and all shades of orange … earthy tones. But I like this bright color on me; I can picture this matched with a plaid wool skirt with a bit of teal in it.
Now I’m casting about for another sweater project, although my conscience is telling me to get back to my Owls sweater, which has languished in my knitting basket for nearly a year.
My friend Jenna sent me the link to this film over the weekend. Being the huge Smiths fan, I’m embarrassed to admit I’d never seen this homage to Morrissey till now … and indeed, while watching it, I had the weirdest feeling that it was a joke (“that joke isn’t funny anymore”) because Morrissey — MORRISSEY — wouldn’t sanction something so self-congratulatory, would he? But it looks like he has, and despite its worshipful tone, it’s a pretty good watch.
Three things I didn’t know till I saw this film:
1. Morrissey has relocated to LA.
2. He’s friends with Nancy Sinatra.
3. JK Rowling is a huge Smiths fan. (Hey, on that last one, you’ll have to forgive … I’ve yet to read a Harry Potter novel and I guess she thanks the Smiths in her acknowledgments.)