Meantime, we had one of those afternoons where looking for a tool that hadn’t been used in over a year led to closet cleaning and the non sequitor of this discovery from the early days of my spinning, just waiting to be uncrumpled and admired out of its bag. Briefly.
I’d splurged on the 50/50 angora/merino fiber at the now-missed Straw Into Gold in Berkeley and had carefully spun up the most luxurious fiber I’d tried yet on my wheel, not knowing that Michelle would prove allergic to it and that I would later be getting angora out of my house. This was for her big sister.
And it’s…pretty big. Angora has no sproing to it. It might fit one of my sons.  But I was looking at it, going, wow. I did spin that fine back then. And really evenly, too, even though I was a rank beginner. Not bad!
Then I took it back out of the breathing space and zipped it back up, a little wistfully.
Meantime, we have two juvenile falcons perched for the night at either end of the louver in view. They don’t always now, but they did come back tonight. Curious. I was surprised by fireworks going off a few hours ago–maybe one of the towns was saving on overtime on traffic control? Dunno, but I did get to see some of it from my street, crowd-free, once I looked to see what was going on.
Maybe the falcons were boomed out by the noise and headed for the familiarity of home. It was good to see them. Happy Fourth of July!