Old Hat
Thank you so much for all the compliments on the Clapotis, everyone!
Daku descended on our place this past weekend and created a lot of havoc, amidst much imbibation (and consumption of some freshly made Ragi Dosas and other good stuff). A good time was had by all.
I also went to see Eugene Ionescu’s "Bald Soprano", a delightful and searing look at the absurdity of bourgeois sociality and conventions, the meaninglessness and, well, theatrics of polite conversation and communication. I don’t know why the production made such a big deal of saying they had an ethnically diverse cast, and then had them all try very hard to mimic English accents. It seemed to me that it would have been fine, especially in an Ionescu play that mocks bourgeois pretensions, to have a suburban London Mrs. Smith speak in a southern American or Jamaican accent. (Spud, if you’re reading this, there was a character in the play (the fire chief) and the guy who played it was our former colleague Frank’s twin. I think that really upped the absurdity levels for me.)
Not much knitting got done over the weekend (one of the Mrs. Smiths in the play was pretending to knit and I weirded out my companions by telling them she was using Balene needles and acrylic yarn and that it was garter stitch. "How can you tell!!!")
I was, however, faced with this:
Sadly, a moth got at the cap I had knit for Daku many years ago. So I thought I’d fix it, and he picked some colours out of my stash. A few frogging efforts later, here’s what the cap looked like:
On his head. Nice, no? Not colours I would have picked out, but they work well. I like the slightly staggered nonagon.