A customer yesterday said that he just wasn’t ready for summer to end. Since summer has settled into high-90s mugginess, with sere lawns and exhausted flowers, I am ready for fall, myself. But I knew just what he meant.

“Yes, those of us who spent the summer drinking Mai Tais and dancing…” said I.
“No, I worked,” he said, “But it’s a mindset. I’m not ready to give it up.”

I did indeed know what he meant.

However, I am back on the autumn schedule, doing the chores and attending things and so on, and I can say that — once you get fully immersed — the discipline is nice, too. It feels good to have the housework done, and is even rather satisfying to do it. It is nice to have meals at the table. It is encouraging to get lots of things done before starting work, and pleasing to end the evening with a sense of having had a full and productive day.

The first rehearsal for the Master Chorale was last night. The music was good, the director is quite good, and it was fun to see old music friends.

The highlights of the evening?

First, in setting up the cookie rota, the director said the word “cookie” so quaintly that everyone was in gales of laughter by the time he finished. He is Canadian — maybe they say “biscuit” instead of “cookie,” so it is for him a cute foreign word. Or it may be the very idea of a cookie rota — I’ve never before sung in a choir which included this feature. (I snagged Hallowe’en, because I have a way cute collection of cookie cutters for this holiday.)

Then he announced that we would be doing the Vivaldi “Gloria” for Christmas and mentioned several good recordings. A wag in the baritones said, “And it’s prob’ly one of your ring tones, too.”

And walking back to my parking place. The rehearsals are held at the university where I used to work, so it was a rather long walk. Parking is scarce. But it had cooled to a balmy 70 degrees, and the soft still air was filled with the din of singing cicadas. I quite enjoyed it.

There was no knitting yesterday Chez Fibermom. However, Knitting in Color is making the stunning Fair Isle gloves from Interweave that I mentioned a while back. Go enjoy them. I got my dad to print the chart for me (my printer is not up to that) and I intend to use it on something. Probably not gloves. Somehow, gloves don’t last that long at my house. They are usually worn out or lost so soon that it seems a shame to put in so much effort.

But isn’t it a philosophical position of sorts, an approach to the world, to ensure that even ephemeral things should be beautiful? To make the effort to have meals that are beautiful even though they will be eaten, or to write wonderul letters even though they will be thrown away, or to knit utilitarian things with wonderful patterns even though there will have to new ones next year — it is an affirmation of the importance of beauty, and of the value of the moment.

Those are very inspiring gloves.