We live near an old, historic farm. It belongs to the town now (and some of it has been turned into soccer fields), but the old buildings are still standing–and being renovated–and part of it is rented by an actual farmer. The corn in the summer is particularly good.

This past weekend, they had a money-raising festival. We didn’t get to go (assembling hundreds of filing cabinets, you’ll remember), but this morning, Mom and I were driving by the crew cleaning up, and saw this.

What? Can’t you see it?

  Now, I don’t know what kind of animals are in there, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to pet any of them!

My day today? Much calmer than yesterday! I took the day off from work, you’ll remember and got to sleep in this morning, which felt so good after all that hard work over the weekend. Mom and I drove down to our favorite apple farm to buy some apples–but I was so disappointed. No Macouns at all–they are my absolute favorites–and the Honeycrisps were really picked over. I must remind myself that this farm does all sorts of autumnal things like hay rides and apple-picking, has a corn-maze . . . and their supply is obviously pretty picked over by Mondays. Disappointing. She got some of their fresh doughnuts–which she loves–and some pumpkins–which she also loves; we brought Dad home a rhubarb pie (his fav) . . . but no Macouns for me. Just not fair, darn it! Though we did get some of their cider (the best fresh apple cider around, I think).

Nothing exciting to report about knitting. Plugging away at my shawl. Plugging away at my Union Square. And I even managed a couple rows on the pair of socks that have been languishing in my knitting bag since July and are barely past the toes. (Terrible, I know.)

I had picked up some yarn on Saturday for a Christmas gift, but it turns out there isn’t enough yardage. The pattern said one skein of each of two colors, but the skein it was talking about was a lot bigger than the skeins I bought–and the shop only had one skein of one of the colors and since the colors are mandated by powers outside my control, there was no choice . . . So, like any good internet-loving knitter, I ordered more yarn via the web. Cascade 220 superwash, on sale from Little Bits, which I’ve heard about but haven’t actually tried. Then I’ll have to decide what to do with the two, different-colored skeins of Dale of Norway yarn that I’ll probably never actually use . . . But that’s a problem for another day.

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