The fellas talked me into going to Arnold’s Country Kitchen for the second day in a row to celebrate the end of school. When Clif reminded me that Friday is chicken and dumpling day, well, he didn’t have to ask twice.
Arnold’s is a meat-and-three on Eighth Avenue, and it is a crossroads for Nashville. You see all sorts of people, but at some point, everybody is united by the need to take a deep breath and groan. Cement block building, cafeteria style service, a line out the door most of the time. John Prine 8 x 10s next to many, many 8 x 10s of Chet Atkins. A framed medal, their James Beard Award for Excellence, hangs across from a poster of Tanya Tucker in her swamp woman bikini shot. (OK, I’ll go find it for you. Here you go.) I am so glad they don’t have a website, but some kind customer took a picture of the menu, so you can see what’s up before you go if you’re obsessive. Anybody coming to Nashville, please call and I will go to Arnold’s with you. I may have an 11 year old in tow, but his reverence only adds to the experience.
Knitting Progress Report
I overshot my Mitered Squares Blanket squares. I had it in my head that 12 make a blanket, but it’s only 10 plus 4 half squares. I didn’t even stop to count until I’d made 13, so I think I’m going to keep making squares until I run out of Silk Garden 269. (The crosses are Silk Garden 325.) The addicting nature of these squares surprises even me.
Been meaning to get yourself on the Mitered Squares bandwagon? Why, here’s the place: five bucks for Kay’s downloadable pattern, with all proceeds going to Japan relief efforts:
The Happy Endings Movie Festival
I took a break from square-making to weave in ends. It’s best done while chain-watching Netflix movies. Here’s a knitter-tested batch of movies to get you through.
About a Boy: Hugh Grant is surprisingly good as a caddish do-nothing. Based on the Nicky Hornby novel. Toni Collette so convincingly plays an unhinged mother than you actually worry about her. Where did her eyebrows go?
Impromptu: Hugh Grant is surprisingly bad in this movie of crossdressy George Sand chasing after rheumy Frederic Chopin (Hugh Grant). Hugh needs to work on his consumption–he’s no Ben Whishaw as John Keats. Oh gah, forget I mentioned Impromptu. Bright Star is the one to watch. You won’t get any knitting done, what with the ravishing visuals. But it’s just so beautiful.
Becoming Jane: James McAvoy is Jane Austen’s (Anne Hathaway’s) boyfriend. So improbable, but who cares?
Pride and Prejudice (1980 BBC 5 parter): cotton/poly costumes? Toni perms? The Regency period was more wash-n-wear than I realized.
Network: Peter Finch as Howard Beale, TV anchor gone mad or gone sane? Faye Dunaway’s look in this 1976 CLASSIC SATIRE is 100% fantastic.
Hubbo took me on a wagon ride through the three greatest westerns of all time:
High Noon: 1952, Gary Cooper as the marshall trying to leave it all behind. Jack Palance as the creepiest gunslinger of all time.
Shane: 1953, Alan Ladd as the wanderer trying to do the right thing.
The Searchers: 1956, John Wayne as Alan Ladd, basically, only more unenlightened about Native American lifestyles.
I’m off to the NCAA Lacrosse Championships in Baltimore. I know. I can’t really believe I’m doing this either, but Clif talked me into it. Three days, five matches. I figure I can get some serious knitting done in Section 117 of the M&T Bank Stadium. I’m told we’re rooting for Maryland, since Hopkins tragically lost. Go Terrapins!
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PSS Thanks to those who have expressed concern about Nashville’s cicadas, now deep into their once-every-13-years visit to the area and grossing out everybody. This is what’s at my front door every day: click only if you dare.