I’m back again in the land north of the longest unconflicted border in the world, to discover that a) it is snowing, b) apparently the house next door has now had the same water problems as we did a few days ago and our little street is going to go down like dominoes, and c) I have entirely forgotten what day it is and what I am supposed to be doing with myself. But I also have d) awesome new socks on the needles, e) a 100% vacation-knitted FO (!), and f) lots to tell.
I have once again discovered confirmation that if you are a knitter in an unfamiliar city, this is what you do:
Step One: Find some knitters. (There is no Step Two).
Liz graciously hosted me, and on Monday night we met up with Elspeth and Jessie, and had one of those sorts of dinners that goes on forever and yet too quickly, we talked about possibly every single thing in the universe, stuffed ourselves too much, and sadly had not a lot of time to do the actual knitting part of the knitting meetup, but that just means that we all clearly must do this again. (Also I am left with a vague inclination to refashion my life in their collective image.)
We ate at a tapas restaurant featuring a ‘Restaurant Week’ prix fixe menu, which has left me re-thinking not only my relationship with tapas recipies but also the exact degree of “full” it is possible to leave a restaurant which features everything in small itty bitty plates. I think my stomach is still recovering.
So, it is a good thing I also walked all over the place. On Monday Liz and I took a tour of the Mall and the Tidal Basin, and I did the knitterly thing and showed my sock the sights. Now when I wear the finished socks I shall think of Lincoln, FDR, Jefferson, the Korean war, and the offerings at the National Gallery. Then on Tuesday Elspeth met me and walked me over all of the rest of downtown, and it was great, though sadly and inexplicably unphotographed. Let’s do it all again sometime.
Thanks for the visit, DC. I’ll try to come again soon.