What has the Midwest done to me? Yesterday was full of sunshine, slush-free sidewalks, and a notedly absent wind. It was practically balmy! I stopped by a friend’s room on the way to the car–we were going to study at a coffee shop before doing some grocery shopping–and asked to borrow a lighter coat. My heavy winter coat just seemed to get in the way.
Freshman year snow day
“It’s 34 degrees,” I said with some surprise, checking the weather once we were installed in the corner of the Monon Coffee Company in Broad Ripple. My friend’s sweatshirt, serving as my jacket, hung from the back of my chair. (Great service today, Monon Coffee. I got the decaffinated Earl Grey, though I’m also partial to their green jasmine tea.)
The response came with a smile and head shake. “Look what the Midwest has done to you.”
I paused, considered. “Oh no! This feels warm just because it’s not freezing!” Since when has thirty-four been balmy?
This past week was Butler University’s Homecoming. As an busy, non-Greek, fairly-apathetic-in-the-spirit-department, college student, I did not alter my normal routine too drastically, but I still enjoyed the atmosphere on campus. Living so close to the Butler Bowl, I got to watch as the parking lot was cleared, the blue tents for tailgates went up, the trees sported blue ribbons… then BAM! It was Saturday morning, and I was trying to bike to rehearsal for Butler Ballet’s The Nutcracker (come see! come see!)–through the Bulldog beauty contest. I walked my bike through that crowd: I was too afraid I was going to get tangled in a leash and injure a canine contestant.
Other events during the week: Yell Like Hell, tailgating, Greek lawn decorations, Homecoming parade, various alumni receptions… The list goes on. I myself just went to the game.
This afternoon after rehearsal, I changed out of my dance things, had a couple hot dogs with a friend, and went out to the Butler Bowl. Neither of us really knew much about football, but sitting in the crowd with all the other students, wincing as one or another player went down under a crush of bodies, was fun. Ain’t modern society the strangest? I suppose this is more ethical than, say, medieval bear-baiting, so perhaps that last sentence was not entirely accurate. Regardless.
Army of loyal fans
The halftime show
Just before we lost the football game...
It was a great afternoon, made even better by the fact that it’s near the end of October and still warm enough for short sleeves.
My bed is directly next to the window in my room, and this morning I woke up a popsicle. Not even October, and already I’ve turned on the heat in our apartment… just enough to get it back to seventy degrees.
The weather is warm enough in the afternoons, but the mornings are brutal, especially if you are like me and tend to mourning the passing of skirt and short season strenuously. I like autumn well enough, but I know fall will soon crystalize into winter, and winters here are cold. And windy. And I can’t ride my bike for fear of slipping on ice and of losing an ear in the artificially-enhanced windchill.
However, autumn is exciting for several reasons.
- I can bust out my sweater collection again. I do love me my sweaters.
- I crave lentil soup, vegetable soup, beef and barley soup… All sorts of soup.
- I crave hot chocolate. Large, steaming, white mugs with double the amount of power one is supposed to add to a single serving, with a bit of chocolate crumbed on the top of the foam. Add milk to cool it to sipping temperature and grab a book. Or, in the case of my approaching physics midterm, a textbook.
- I want to knit all the time. In the past, I admit I have knit through some of my lectures. That is just not going to fly this semester. I tend to take furious notes throughout all three academic classes I am taking. I would need to sprout a third arm, and that probably won’t happen in the next week or so.
Recap. Winter = misery. Autumn = comfort food and knitwear. I can deal with that.
This summer, I did knit quite a bit. I made my sister an earring holder for her new, remodeled bedroom; I subsequently realized I like it so much, I needed one as well. This little project was quite easy. I used a lace pattern I found on Ravelry and stuck it in a frame. (Actually, I like the frame my sister has better, but I’m not overly picky.)
If you remain confused by the title, I should point out that many yarns are made with wool. I’m working a nicely squishy orange aplaca-silk-wool blend (Cascade Yarns Dolce in pumpkin, if you’re curious.)