First of all, many thanks to Carol for sending me an emergency copy of the Kai pattern, and many thanks to all of you who offered as well. And, of course, a big round of thanks to Franklin for exploiting his sheer volume of readers to help me out. I am forever grateful. For the record, I am almost to the back neck steek now, and I'll post pictures once I kitchener the front and back together.
Meg and I spent the evening playing for the Hyde Park contra dance. It's one of our favorites, and we had a wonderful time as usual. Extra otter Martha was in town, so she joined us on fiddle, making us a fiddle duo backed by guitar. It was held in the historic Shoreland Ballroom on the campus of the University of Chicago.
Here's some silly dancers hamming it up at the head of the line.
So it's nearly 1 a.m. now, and the movers are coming at 9. It's a scary thought, since many things that should be in boxes by now aren't. I feel a bit like Niggle, though I really hope they don't haul me off to an institution for being so unprepared. It's all a bit surreal, and I don't think it's really sunk in yet that I'm leaving Oak Park.
Luckily, Angus helped me pack dishes this morning. He loves bubble wrap.
There will be a lot more pictures of the new house, but for now, I will give you a preview picture of our backyard.
There is a very good reason that the lawn isn't mowed, which I may get into another time. Just to let you know, we're not moving to the suburbs. It's actually the country. The suburb police disqualified us because they found out we have a private well and septic system.
Fare thee well, Oak Park! Until another time.