The day stretches before me. I have the weekend to myself - no mention of the V-word, please! What shall I do?
I must practice my simple (extremely) version of a Rameau French minuet for tomorrow's piano workshop. The plan is that I first play solo and then my teacher and I will play it as a duet. We both think it sounds prettier as a solo, though.
I will continue to cast on, frog and, I hope, arrive at a choice for the gray yarn I was working with before Christmas. This is a frustrating process as the yarn doesn't want to behave in any predictable way. Patterns are everywhere but I've gotta like it, too. The long stockings necessitate a yarn purchase...oh! no! I'm going yarn shopping on Tuesday. I'm thinking a bergundy yarn although Angie's suggestion of bright red is tempting.
|OK...the road to the library is not this pretty but I like the photo|
And, right now, I'm walking up to the library. The rain has stopped and if I nip out quickly I should stay dry. I'm seeking a 1953 novel from my list. I'm thinking maybe a Bradbury or Arthur C Clarke re-read just to ease into period. I used to read a LOT of science fiction back in the 60's and 70's. Can't remember why I stopped. I'll probably figure that out during this challenge.
When I get home, I'll make some soup and get started on the fun.