Tomatoes, Porter, Dolly, and Such
August 20, 2007
Tidbits from the past few days . . .
Friday afternoon: World’s greatest tomatoes. So great. Had to take a pitcher of ‘em. Heirloom tomatoes from the Fresh Harvest Cooperative in Nashville. I’ve never had such a tomato. Absolutely perfect. Enough to make a girl weep.
Real late, Saturday night: I’m watching the teevee, and I come across Porter Wagoner in one of his most baroque outfits, sitting on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry, looking solemn. Out comes Dolly Parton, in one of her classic all-white get-ups which she tends to save for finales. It’s Porter’s fiftieth anniversary as a member of the Grand Ole Opry, so Dolly starts into her showstopper, “I Will Always Love You,” which she always sings better than Whitney Houston ever did. Now, I am TELLING YOU, amid this sea and I mean SEA OF RHINESTONES, Dolly’s sincerity and Porter’s long face just did me IN.
11:02 pm, Sunday night: I’m working on my tweedy squares, Hubbo is Up To Something in the basement, and I hear thunder. It’s raining. Raining! It hasn’t rained here since July, weeks and weeks of 100+ degree temperature. In Patrick O’Brian’s seafaring novels, he writes about sailors long at sea who can smell land hundreds of miles away. That’s the way it is with this rain: within moments of the rain starting, even without opening my windows, the scent of the rain creeps into the house. So green, and damp–I didn’t realize how wet the rain smells, and how I missed it.
11:43 pm, Sunday night: Square #64 is done. I’ve made a big ol’ blanket! Sort of!
Let the seaming begin. I’m kind of looking forward to sewing this mess together. As I said before, I’m going to be clocking myself on this. (You know, there really needs to be a knitting reality show. If I can sit and happily watch people cook and sew clothes, why not knitting?)