Mending

This evening while at Walgreens picking up odds and ends, I remembered that the hole I burnt in my robe during a hookah upset many moons ago still gaped because I had hitherto failed to buy any white thread. My old spool of white thread got left somewhere in Arizona after the whole "I'm going to make my own bridesmaid's dress for Autumn's wedding" fiasco. Without white thread, I could not patch the wound in my fuzzy pale blue dressing gown with any degree of grace. So the hole remained. Day after day.

Tonight, I returned home with the white thread and, very excited to mend what had needed mending for a ridiculously long period of time, proceeded to first carefully trim away the charred area around the hole in my robe, then cut a three inch section off the end of the belt (which is made out of the same material as the robe). This I stitched behind the hole and voila, a whole robe is born... again. Due the extreme fuzziness of the material, the patch is very difficult to spot. I am quite pleased.

This exciting domestic scene took place after I spent the past many days in the Chicago area, hanging out in Geneva and participating in a Thanksgiving ritual that is not my own. After I spent an evening with much of Brian's extended family, apparently, the "rumor" is that everyone thinks I'm "lovely." So, that's good.

Other than Thanksgiving, we mostly spent the week relaxing around Brian's parents' house. We watched a movie or two on the massive HD TV with surround sound, and spent some time sitting in the hot tub, playing scrabble and hearts, and wandering around the suburbs on foot only to realize suburbs are not at all designed to be wandered about in on foot.

We drove back here this morning and immediately left again to spectate at a Cyclocross race outside of Iowa City. I had never seen one in person and I have to say, I was amazed at the grace and agility of the riders as they hopped over barriers and jogged their bikes up hills. Although it was a big race and the victor, Todd Wells, is somewhat famous, he came over immediately after winning to where we were standing with a group of boisterous fans and gave us high-fives before he went off to get changed and stand on top of the podium.

Then Brian and I rode our single-speeds home and made dinner.