Mare's Tails and Pumpkins . . .

Unlike fog's "little cat feet", fall has come with "mare's tails" in the sky. Yesterday the temperature was in the 60s (after dropping from the low 80s). Today's the same. I need to get the pumpkins (artificial) out from under the house. Tomorrow will probably be brilliant in the low seventies. I'm more than ready. The leaves haven't turned yet, but I'm guessing any day now . . .

If I had a hammer . . .

Mary Travers is dead. Such a sweet, soaring, nasal nightingale. One of the voices of my youth.

My late husband (before he was my husband) did lights and sound for most of the shows (traveling as well as local) at Eastern Kentucky University. Peter, Paul, and Mary were in Richmond to perform at the new (then) Alumni Coliseum. . . probably before an election . . . they were quite political. The Little Theatre at Eastern provided volunteers for stagework. One of David's friends, Johnny, came huffing and puffing up to David asking to borrow his car keys to run an errand. David tossed him the keys and Johnny took off. Only later did David find out that Johnny had taken Mary Travers to the Colonel's to get something to eat. David was ticked at Johnny, of course, but he did manage to tell folks, as often as possible, that Mary Travers' rear end had been right there, RIGHT THERE, in the passenger seat of his little VW convertible.

Rip-snorting Fall lineup . . .

Have any of you ever wondered where the adjective "rip-snorting" (as in Dan Brown's (photo at right) new "rip-snorting adventure") came from?

It looks as if there's going to be a great fall for new books (Pat Conroy, Diana Gabaldon, John Irving, Dan Brown, John LeCarre, Jane Smiley, Denise Giardina, and Arturo Perez Reverte); new movies (The Lovely Bones, Where the Wild Things Are, The Informant, The Men Who Stare at Goats, 9 (which I saw yeeeaaars ago on Broadway), and a new Michael Moore movie; local events (the new Grand series, Kentucky Bourbon Festival, book signings at Joseph Beth --Diana Gabaldon, and the local library--Silas House, etc.). . . but, alas, I read through the most recent Entertainment magazine with great frustration regarding this fall's TV lineup. I saw ab-so-lute-ly NOTHING of interest. Thank goodness (as always) for PBS, and, for that matter, HBO, Showtime, C-Span, etc., for continuing to make the major networks irrelevant.

What does Downward Facing Dog have to do with wool . . .

This is the business card of the teacher I had last Saturday at the Woolery in downtown Frankfort. She was really good. I had tried some knitting before, but only had pictures and diagrams to go by. I wasn't too successful by myself. In nothing flat, this teacher simplified everything.

The Woolery has existed for some thirty years, but has only recently moved their headquarters to Frankfort. They teach knitting, spinning, weaving, felting, rug hooking; all sorts of fabric art. They also sell looms, yarn, books, and supplies. I am looking forward to a long relationship.

The business card above--isn't it bright and colorful--brought to mind the ab-so-lute cutest business card I've ever seen. It's for a Yoga teacher. I've included it below.