friends in high places
Either Marty Markowitz is really on Facebook, or this is a cute joke, like when I was friends with Coffee on Friendster. Given the mutual friends, I’m venturing it’s real…
It’s fall.
I skipped a class last week, which meant that I got to leave my house at 10 rather than 8 (to make it to Columbia for my 11am). It was so nice to walk to the subway when all the shops were actually open, seeing folks ambling about the neighbourhood. I stopped to get coffee and a bagel at the place that I like, and the gal behind the counter knew everyone’s name and their order–I think that this is really starting to feel like my ‘hood.
And then this morning it was really sunny and chilly as I biked over the Williamsburg bridge listening to Herman Dune. Small pleasures.
Assorted news:
Kurt and I got a kitten. Her name is now Ossington and we’re calling her Ozzy. I have become That Person who photographs her cat:
Lindsey came out to New York and she and I and Hollis went up to Rhinebeck for the New York State Sheep and Yarn Festival. We bought sock yarn and watched a knitting-with-chopsticks contest and pet some sheep and went to a Ravelry party. We camped near Pougkeepsie. I’m doing a pretty good job of exploring New York State and environs, I think. A better job than I ever did of understanding Ontario.
Here’s Hollis, folding some yarn:
(you can see Hollis in the first photo here, at the epicentre of yarn-and-blog fame.)
And here’s Lindsey on the Poughkeepsie riverfront:
