Finishing

Yesterday was a good day for finishing things.  I sewed the rest of my skirt.  It doesn’t sit quite how I’d like it to, but it is just for around the house so that will be just fine.

I finished a book I’ve been reading on and off for quite some time.  It is helpful, but not necessary to have a basic knowledge of American Jazz.  If nothing else, listen to a few recordings of Well You Needn’t by Thelonious Monk before you give this one a go.

Although you could see it coming miles away, the lengthy middle section where the Bear’s blossoming romance comes into its own, the graphic detail of his intimate moments with the leading lady was a little much for even open-minded me.  I could have done with more music making and less inter-species love making.

Overall, it was worth my time.  Added bonus – it was from the free shelf at work!

He looked back over his shoulder at Hatwell but the pianist wasn’t looking back.  His face, grey with probable pain and dripping sweat, was bent to the keys, and what issued thence were empty fifths, so bare, so spare, in octaves: he’s fading: he’s blown it too, so young.  Why are we so stupid to ourselves?

The Bear wished he could play an answer, but he was a specialist in error and regret.  He was a mote in the world’s eye.  Nothing could be seen through him.  He would just not get out of the way.

I finished a pair of socks.  These were intended for me, but by some accident or wish of the knitting gods, I made them big enough for The Kettle Slayer so they are his.

And I finished my list for week two of the 52 Weeks Lists project.  List your greatest comforts.  This is an excerpt from the list in my journal:

tea quilts knitting books sleep intimacy quiet firelight warmth tears reading
being read to

I love how books showed up in different ways.  I do love words.  And hearing them.

Now to decide what to knit next!