It’s fall, and the air seems full of transition. We’re just back from a whirlwind weekend in Albany. Kate (13yo now and an accomplished piano student) participated in a piano competition there. Mild disappointment in the adults that officiate and those that are related to us. Maybe she’d include me in that last list; she’ll have to do that in her own blog. I was certainly disappointed in me when relatives arrived a minute too late to hear her play. Kate won an honorable mention, but so did all of the participants who didn’t win 1st and 2nd place, so really, what’s the point? Nonplussed and unimpressed, she is. And maybe a little disappointed in herself too.
To soothe the bitter aftertaste of that rainy, windy, cold Albany Friday, we headed for Rhinebeck and the NYS Sheep & Wool festival there on Saturday. The sun came out, the trees were wildly colorful, and the mountains crouched low along the Hudson opposite us. Bruce and Kate gawked at the stuff that entertains knitters, including the stuff that knitters will wear when they know they‘ll be seeing many other knitters. I acquired sheepish things: a little fiber to spin, a few photos of sheep, some skeins of yarn with which to knit, a tiny tub of tin and a bag of soda ash for dyeing and a hefty encyclopedia of native American dye plants, some sheepskin slippers for Kate, and a sheepy mug for me. I hugged dear friends — some from my home here, and some from my home in NYC.
We met up with Robyn Love and her daughter, and we shopped together. She told me once again that Facebook status updates from me are not enough. So here she goes… Not promising much, Robyn, but I’ll give it my best.
And because I hung out with Robyn, who really knows some of the best people, I got to meet Renate when she did.
That meeting, in the midst of chaotic commerce at the entrance of a barn, was a moment of hush and stillness for me. She told us about her stone spindle. It remains a treasured moment.