right now i am knitting like a crazy person in hopes that i will finish my sweater in time to wear it this fall.
oh wait, who am i kidding...it will be comfortably wearable for at least the next ten months.
and, actually, would have been comfortably wearable every day this summer except for a few days last week.

the experience of knitting it has been fun, and i have discovered a few things about myself:
i get motion sickness if i try to knit and watch a movie at the same time.
i understand why people pay $70 for a premade sweater [although it is, of course, about the experience, not the ultimate cost].
if i was selling this thing when i was done it would be perfectly fair to charge at least $400.

soon i will have a new, grey, hooded, cable sweater.
hooray!

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

-Carl Sandburg


after lots of rain we're socked in.
i'm not sure, exactly, that i want it to go away.
there's something comforting in the closeness of this hazy air.

but the foghorn sounds its warning endlessly.

the best sound ever: seagulls walking on pavement.
they always seem so grave and determined, i can only imagine they are annoyed by the sound of their own footfalls as their little webbed feet slap slap slap along.