Where were we?

I’m sitting at home on a gorgeous morning–such a treat after the rain and wind and snow! of the past week–and wondering where the last couple of months have gone. When you teach college, April to mid-May is always a blur of trying to engage students who have already checked out for the summer, grading, and (if you have children of your own) grappling with your own family’s winding-up of the year. My sister’s wedding added the wrinkle of several events running up to it, so I traveled to New Hampshire for the past three weekends with varying numbers of accompanying children and/or spouses. The wedding was lovely, and I am thrilled for my sister, but very pleased to be home.

The shawl turned out just right, and a good thing, too. They had planned an outdoor wedding, but the weather did not cooperate at all. Not only did it rain violently, but it was cold, and very definitely snowing when my family left. New England spring is a harsh mistress! It wasn’t the first time I’d seen cold and snow on Memorial Day, but I can’t imagine one where we all would have wanted it less.


She said it was light and warm, and that was just what I wanted for her. Laceweight is almost magical that way. You work it and think it can’t possibly be really warm, but put it on and it’s exactly the right thing.

My grandmother marveled at it and insists she can’t possibly have taught me to do that. But she did. She will soon be 92, and this weekend, she presented me with another sweater that will fit one of my boys. I hope I’m still knitting in fifty years. It’s been keeping me as sane as I get.

I’m still reading Miss Silver; I have one more after this one. The Alington Inheritance is a great volume in the series. For a change, the mystery is not who did the crime; it’s how he is caught. I’m going to miss these people and places. Perhaps I’ll read the books again; I don’t know. I do that. But I also have a shelf full of other things I’ve been meaning to get to. Craftlit is just winding up Jane Eyre, which I caught just at the climactic moment, inasmuch as St. John ever has them. The next book will be The Age of Innocence, which I have somehow never read, but I want to. I’ve been curious about Edith Wharton since learning of her connection with Ogden Codman Jr., the oldest son of the house where I interpret. That will take the podcast into November. It’s funny about graduate study in English. Once you get past the surveys and begin to specialize, whole groups of novels fall off the radar, and if you haven’t read Wharton and don’t have reason to, you don’t get around to it until you want to, if you ever do. I think this is going to be interesting. Or boring, in which case I will quit it. But I’ve liked what I’ve heard from CraftLit so far.

Looks like it’s going to be a great day! I’m going to try to get outside and enjoy this quiet time while the kids are at school. My younger son is only at the playschool two days a week now, but this feels like a glimpse of the shadowy future when I am forced into semi-retirement because my littles aren’t so little anymore. It’s flat heresy in this era of supermommying, but I’m looking forward to that.

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