
Well, this is what Chappy looked like this morning, sitting outside a local coffee shop, bowl of water at the ready, some nice sunshine, treats on the table, out with his Mom and Grandma, and a big ‘ol smile on his face.
I mean, really. Could a boy’s 6th birthday start off any better than that?
Add to that the five and a half year old girl who was so enchanted by him and who sang him “Happy Birthday.” And a chance to walk around town and be admired. And, did I mention the treats? Not only bites of Grandma’s scone and Mom’s cinnamon bun, but even some rice pudding from the fancy, new rice pudding store.
Once we came home, the day just kept getting better, because not only did he get to see his favorite mail-carrier, who came right to the door, but he got to play in his backyard with his Mom. (Grass? Who needs grass? What’s a little dirt??) And then he got to just lie in the grass, with his new-for-his-birthday tennis ball, while Mom and Grandma sat on the deck and read (both) and knitted (Mom). Plus the home-made biscuit from his cousin.

But still, the day got even better. Because he got to go out for dinner to Stewart’s Drive-In with his family. How often does a dog get to go out and be waited on? Because, of course, at Stewart’s Drive-in, you do exactly that. Drive-in and be served by a car-hop. For obvious reasons, this is Chappy’s favorite restaurant.
The only fly in the ointment of this practically-perfect day? (I mean, it wasn’t even too hot!) The fireworks. Various local towns postponed their fireworks because of the rain on Wednesday, and rescheduled for tonight.
Well, I suppose even birthdays can’t be perfect, huh? But, I don’t think he’s complaining. In fact, right this second, he’s sprawled on my bedroom floor, sound asleep, but his tail is wagging. All in all, I’d say he was a happy Chappy–which means I’ve done my job today (grin). My only regret? That I wasn’t up early enough this morning to take a picture of him at 07/07/07 07:07 AM, as he began his seventh year . . .
So, what else did I do today? My Halcyon Equipment catalog came today, and I spent far too much time looking at the looms. I do NOT need another hobby! But, still, it’s not like a rigid heddle loom would take up THAT much room . . . (cough). I also sat and read and knit on the deck this afternoon. I can only do that with hardcover books that stay open well enough that I can let them sit in my lap while my hands are busy. Today, of course, I’m reading “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” as my weekly Harry book as we work toward Book Seven in two weeks.

But that’s not all I’m reading. Along with a biography on Albert Einstein and a book on how English Spelling came to be–not to mention being paused between books two and three in Dorothy Dunnett’s “House of Niccolo” series, I’m in the middle of Susan Dexter’s “The Wind Witch,” which is one of my favorite books of hers. She’s sadly out of print, now, but if you like Fantasy and you get a chance to pick up any of her books, I absolutely encourage you to. And, as fiber-loving people, that particular one would be a great choice. Not only is the story a good one (which it is), but Druyan, the main character is a spinner/weaver. She’s pretty busy doing other things through most of the book, but the few times it comes up–sorting fleeces, spinning, dyeing–you can tell that the author really knows what she’s talking about. She didn’t just do an hour’s research at the library to get the terminology right. You can just tell that she knows how to do that stuff herself. In fact, this is pretty much the only fictional book I can think of that has a character really spinning. Not just a throw-away sentence about “twirling a spindle,” but there’s actually an entire scene talking about carding wool, sorting out the belly wool, judging the staple length. As I say, it’s a very small part out of the book, but I love how it smacks of authenticity.
Obviously, I like the author since I have copies of every one of her books–and they all have that Del Rey “First Time in Print” banner on the back cover, since I snapped them up as they came out. I’ve read her books 33 times since 1996 (statistic courtesy of my newly-computerized reading log), but the 13 years before that? She was definitely a favorite read multiple times all throughout high school and college. In fact, I even wrote her a fan letter, back in high school. 1983, to be exact. I know this because she was nice enough to answer, and I still have the letter where she kindly explains that I can hold off haunting the bookstores because she’d just given the manuscripts for books two and three to her editor, and it would be some time before the second would be out. Which means that, since she only had one book out at the time, I must have been among her first real fans. (Hey, I even tried to figure out how to get a Forensics piece out of the introduction to “The Ring of Allaire,” because I thought the writing was so great.)
All of which got me thinking . . . when I wrote to her the first time, I certainly didn’t know how much I would come to treasure her books–they’re still on the bookcase next to my bed, and there are precious few authors I was reading in high school who still rate that honor. And I certainly couldn’t tell her how much I appreciated those little domestic touches, since, well, she hadn’t written them yet. So . . . last night, I started searching online, trying to see if I could find an address for her. I did find an article about weaving which I think is about her. There’s a page on VisitPA. But they weren’t quite enough. Then, I took a chance and did a White Pages search for her in the town listed as the return address on that old 1983 letter . . . and there she was. Or at least, there was A Susan Dexter. I don’t know for sure if it’s the right one, but how embarrassing it will be if it’s not, because . . . I wrote her another fan letter. I just hope she doesn’t think I’m stalking her, or something . . .
Interestingly, though, if it turns out to be her, she lives not too far (maybe an hour?) from Kittanning, where Chappy was born six years ago. Which tidily brings this post back full circle. (And, oh yes, since it seems as if she’s got fibery-tendencies, I gave her my blog address in the letter . . . because, well, that would make her one of “us,” right, even if she weaves instead of knits? So, um, Susan, if you happened to stop by and are reading this . . . er, welcome!)
One last thing, since this isn’t the first time I’ve been talking about old favorites this week . . . I hadn’t even realized that Susan Cooper’s “The Dark is Rising” series was being turned into a film, but it is, and judging by these posts and articles . . . I’m terrified that they’ve completely ruined one of my very favorite books. They’ve removed the Arthurian influences? Will is no longer the youngest Stanton? And has a twin brother being held by the Dark?? (Oh, please, let that one just be a crazy rumor….)
Shudder. They may have made great movies out of Lord of the Rings (so much better than I had been afraid), but really, movie-makers really need to learn to keep their hands off the really good stuff . . . I still squirm when I think about what they did to “A Little Princess” . . . Just because it’s a kid’s book doesn’t mean it doesn’t deserve the same respect for the story as, say, Jane Austen or Dickens or Shakespeare…. <end rant>
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