As we were preparing to leave for the airport last week, G reminded me to take my camera. I was not inclined. I am not, by nature, a picture-taker, but I thought he had a point and it is small so I tossed it into my purse. I suppose it was a good thing I did because I was able to take the above picture at the Lied Center at the University of Kansas in Lawrence. Note this is the only photo I took during the entire trip: no pictures of rolling Kansas hills, no charming farm scenes, no cows grazing on the plains, no pictures of a happy toddler bouncing up and down on my brother's leg as he cooked Thanksgiving dinner or of same child being lifted up to the ceiling by my other brother. One picture. I love the play of the light and shadow, the angles and the color. I am happy.
The lack of pictures makes no commentary on the quality of the trip, except perhaps that I was enjoying myself so fully that I did not have to occupy myself running around snapping pictures of everything in sight. It was a great trip and we had a great time.
Of course I packed far too much knitting. There was no progress on the socks; they could have stayed home, but had I been bored things might have been different. Only one sleeve of Mermaid was partially finished:
It was nice to relax in the mornings and evenings at the hotel, sometimes reading, sometimes knitting, with no thought of what had to be done, no schedule, just pure indolence. I apparently needed this little period of refreshment and things look so much more positive now than they had before, less harried and pressured, although nothing has really changed. Only I have changed, in little ways perhaps, but a calmer Mardel seems to have returned, calmer at least than the one who left. We will see how long she lasts.