Can't even think of a title for this one - will go back in a bit after I see what I write. So, today, my day off from working at the Museum - I went to the museum. A bas-relief of a red wolf had been donated to the museum, and it was dedicated today, with the artist and press there, and they wanted some warm bodies to observe. But it was a lovely day, and the artist and his wife were interesting to talk to, so why not.
I realize I have become better at "hanging out" than I've even been. Usually, if we got together with someone, after an hour or maybe two it would be "well, we'd better get on with our day." Now - there's no rush on my part to come home alone. Not that there has been a lot of hanging opportunities - I could likely count them on the fingers of one hand and have my thumb left over, but if I, say, go out to the farm at the museum to visit my friend Judy, I might stay there 3-4 hours.
Otherwise - came home and didn't have much motivation to do anything. I did finished plying and balling up some yarn that I made from Shirley the Ancient Sheep at the museum - one of the young volunteers had said she thought it would be really cool if her mother could knit her something out of a sheep that she helped care for - so I spun up Shirley's fleece for her.
While I was doing that, I was watching the Harry Potter reunion. I suddenly had a flashback to July 2007 - when the last Harry Potter book was released. Border's Bookstore was going to have a special party, staying open until midnight to start selling the book on the release date. We were visiting Rob and Jeff, and debating whether or not to go. We had sort of wanted to, but had pretty much decided not to, and then changed our minds again, because when was the phenomena of people heading out in the middle of the night for a release of a book ever going to happen again? (A friend later compared it to people waiting at the port for the latest Dicken's sequel, calling out "Is Little Nell dead?"). It was, in it's way, historic.
And then I was sad because I knew that people were going to be in costume, and I hadn't made any. I don't know who had the puppet idea, Bob or I, or maybe both (this was less than an hour before we had to leave). The boys gave us a couple of wire coat hangers, which we bent into rough stick figures, with heads of crumpled aluminum foil. They lived close to the museum, where we had all of our stuff stored for the Halloween Howl (and we still had keys) so we popped over and raided the bin of shredded gray cheesecloth. That was wrapped and draped over our forms, and voila! Instant dementor puppets. We had kept a long wire stem on them so that we could "fly" them over people's heads and bookshelves. And the other patrons - many in costume - got into it, weeping that all of the joy had gone out of their lives, with kids casting patronus charms (which would cause our little dementors to plummet to the ground) and it was just a magical party atmosphere.
I can't remember what I was going to write about tonight - and it doesn't matter. I'll leave this here.
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