Pacific City has pretty much emptied out. Our little neighborhood on the hill above the town is maybe a third full? Which is pretty normal for this time of year. Our immediate neighbors are all here, and we text one another and run into them on dog walks. We have met a few new neighbors as well (from a long distance, of course). I popped into the grocery store Monday evening and it felt like the Monday after a long summer weekend. I'm sure it will get restocked soon--and I could get everything on our relatively short list so that was good.
There has been knitting! I've been working on ABQ Sunset and wondering why it is going soooo slowly but then I realized I am at the 'long' end and there are lots of stitches on the needle. Here it is stretched out the bench where we feed the dogs (where there is no dog scoop):
Here's a close up of the work at the long end.
Have I shown you my Namaste train case? It holds two projects and a ton of accessories. Two projects meaning four balls of yarn. It's very cute.
I finished "The Antidote for Everything" and I liked it more and more as it went on. Now I"m reading "Fake Like Me" by Barbara Bourland and it is one of the most un-putdownable books I've read in a long time. It's about a young woman artist who has her major exhibit destroyed in a fire in her loft, and goes to an artist collective's retreat in upstate to New York to try to recreate it in a short time. There's a mystery there (but this isn't a mystery) and the ruminations on art are fascinating. And wealth. Trust me. It's really good.
Yesterday we had a very soaky day, but look what we saw first ting in the morning:
I always am saying to myself that I need a sign that all will be well, and it took me to last night to ask myself if this was indeed the sign. Maybe it was.