Chez Peg

My parents came down to visit a few weeks back. One of the events they wanted to go to was an equestrian meet. We woke up to a day of rain but we thought the meet would surely be indoors.

We were wrong.

The gentleman under the blue umbrella is my dad. He had a new camera to play with.

The other attendees could tell we were rubes because we weren't wearing boots.

Brrrrr.

Mom is wet and cold

This is my mom. She would hate this picture, but I really like it for some reason--I think it's the way she's got the cuff of her jacket fully wrapped around her hand. And the expression on her face. Dad wanted to stay for at least three riders.

My favorite picture from the day

The equestrians are wet and cold

Jump!

I had to back out of an extremely muddy parking lot to leave, and as I was pulling out I realized I had just skimmed past a freestanding water faucet, so close I could have reached out and patted it. Dad said, "I wonder how high the water would have spouted if you'd hit it?" which is an image that made me laugh real hard.

When we got home we had a fire and adult beverages:

Mom and Sukey read in front of the fire

Here. Proving it's a good thing to be a nice guy, good at your job, and a giver of coprolites.

Today was the first of six furlough days we have this fiscal year, so I was able to go to a matinee of Jane Campion's new movie. It was at the art house here so you can have cappucino with your popcorn and everyone in the audience waited to leave until the credits had fully rolled.

It was a lovely, rrrrromantic movie (which to me means Unhappy Ending and Characters Who Bounce Their Reality Check, not that that's always a bad thing) and the textiles were extra awesome, light, flowy, sparkly, rough, polished, just a feast if that's your confection of choice.

http://www.more.com/2049/4774-jane-campion-s--bright-star---an#1

I want to know more about the jacket Fanny is wearing here--it reminded me of a yoyo quilt, but made with zillions of tiny crocheted (I think) medallions. There were a couple of scarves made the same way, and a jacket of octagons in muted shades that made me whimper a little. I'm sorry I couldn't find a picture of the family cat, who was an awesome huge purring TuxCat named Topper.

Because it's good. Really! Top ten in an Amazon contest!

Thank you!

...he's a priest. The two-L llama...

...he's a beast.

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Although a very personable and gentlemanly beast. This weekend I went to the Southeastern Animal Fiber Fair in Asheville NC.

Yarn Mart

It was held in an agricultural exhibition hall. Lots of nice vendors, but not an overwhelming size.

I think I was reasonable in my shopping:

Really. Reasonable. Really.

Also it was autumn in the mountains, so that was nice:

Scenic overlook

At the fiber fair, there were bunnies!

Bunneh

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Bunneh

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Bunneh

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The yarn from the bunnehs was cruelly expensive, but very soft. I did not buy the $30 skein of alpaca, but I'm finding that bit of virtue cold comfort.

Mom and Dad have been visiting for the past week. Last night when we were playing cards (it's sort of like Festivus without the pole: much airing of grievances and the occasional feat of strength--we had started the evening by seeing a community theater production of Chekov and were using lines from the play to describe our hands: "My shoulder just fell off." "I can't feel my left leg.") we heard a thumping and bumping and when I went to investigate I found this:

Oops.

That would be a box with a tail sticking out. In my office I keep copy paper boxes for the girls to sit on, because the floors are cold, and when Mom was cleaning (I love having my parents visit) she stacked one, open side up, on the box that was under the desk. Sally apparently decided to climb into it and pulled it over on top of herself.

Instant moral quandary: rescue the cat or grab the camera?

Mom and Dad left this morning and the girls are happier because they get to have their own private bathroom again (they have to bunk with me when there are guests). In spite of Dad's aversion to cats he put in a screen door with glass that goes to the floor so they can see outside.

This weekend I'm going to the Southeast Animal Fiber Fair (Mom's last words before she left were "Don't buy any more yarn." Also they think I should knit on one project at a time instead of the...um, eight I have going now). I haven't been before, so I'm not sure what to expect, but I hear there could be BUNNEEZ! And yarn.