Unraveled Wednesday: 10/8/25

I’m happily joining Kat and the Unravelers today with one finished sock and a good start on the second. I still need to kitchener the toe on the first one, but I’ll wait until both are done. I’ve finished the heel flap on sock #2 and just need a few quiet minutes to turn the heel.

I snapped a few “sock in the wild” photos at Ryan’s house. His hydrangeas and sedum are blooming, and they made a nicer backdrop than my own parched lawn.  

I’m also still working on the rainbow scarf, but I made myself focus on the socks this week. Otherwise, I'm afraid they’d never get finished.

I did finish a book this week and it was a good one. So Far Gone by Jess Walter is an absorbing, funny, and surprisingly tender novel about one man’s reluctant reentry into a world he thought he’d left behind for good. Rhys Kinnick, once a journalist and now a near-hermit in the Pacific Northwest, finds his solitude upended when his two grandchildren appear on his doorstep, fleeing a father who’s fallen in with a Christian Nationalist militia. When the kids are kidnapped, Rhys, helped by a retired detective and a sharp-tongued ex, has no choice but to face both his past and the fractured country he’s been avoiding.

The setup could easily veer into bleakness or satire, but somehow Walter walks a real tightrope here. The book is very much about Our Present Moment, with political division, disinformation, and despair, without getting you so steeped in the terrors of the far right that it feels more like stress than storytelling. There are moments when it's laugh-out-loud funny, but it never feels like Walter treats his subjects too lightly.

Rhys is a man who can be saved, a man whose ideals and disappointments are equally large, whose disillusionment extends not just to society but to his own moral failings. Walter treats him (and the broken country he mirrors) with empathy and wit. The result is a story that’s humane, sharply observed, and unexpectedly hopeful.

If Beautiful Ruins was Walter’s elegy for ambition, So Far Gone is his meditation on retreat and return, and it proves that running from the world is never the same as healing from it. This one was a solid four stars for me. 

What are you making and reading this week?

 

It's a New Book!

We’re thrilled to announce the Read With Us fall selection: The Antidote by Karen Russell. 

 

 

This truly original book is a Dust Bowl epic from the author of Swamplandia! and Vampires in the Lemon Grove. Russell’s fiction has balanced the mythic and the human, and this newest novel promises both a sweeping historical story, magical realism, and an unsettling mirror of the present.

 

ETA: And now it's also a National Book Award finalist!  

Set in the fictional town of Uz, Nebraska, The Antidote begins on Black Sunday, when one of the most catastrophic dust storms in American history descends upon the Great Plains. But the real storm, Russell suggests, has been gathering for generations. The town is already sinking under the weight of drought, economic despair, and the darker inheritance of its own violent past.

The book follows five unforgettable characters:

• A Prairie Witch whose body serves as a vault for other people’s memories,

• A Polish wheat farmer whose good fortune sours into something sinister,

• His orphaned niece, a basketball prodigy and apprentice witch who is running from her grief,

• A talkative scarecrow with unsettling wisdom, and

• A New Deal photographer whose mysterious, time-bending camera threatens to expose the town’s secrets.

As their stories intertwine, Russell explores what it means for a nation to forget - its history, its sins, and its connections to the land and what it might take to remember. It’s also a novel that feels fiercely relevant, confronting the legacies of environmental collapse and collective denial. In an interview with BookPage, Karen Russell said she wanted to write a story where an apocalyptic future for us isn’t a foregone conclusion. “You can’t imagine a viable future, a world that’s kinder and more just than what we’ve got going today, without returning to the past,” Russell says. This sounds like a book for me.

The hardcover, Kindle, and audio versions of the book are all available from my library without much of a wait, so hopefully we'll all have plenty of time to place a hold, get the book, and read it. The Kindle and paperback versions are priced reasonably from Amazon and the audio version is narrated beautifully by Elena Ray and six others. I'm sure your local bookseller could order a copy for you if you're lucky enough to have a local bookseller. Personally, this sounds like one that I might need to eye-read.

Kym, Carole, and I will be talking about the book, giving additional information, and doing promotional posts throughout November. Discussion day for The Antidote is scheduled for Tuesday, January 6, 2026 at 7:00 pm Eastern time, so mark your calendars. We'll ask questions on our blogs that day and then host the always fun, educational, and entertaining Zoom discussion.

Whether you're new to Karen Russell or already a fan, we hope you'll Read With Us and discover (or revisit since I know some of you have already read it) this amazingly creative novel. 

 

Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is when I hope to start feeling better. 

 

A couple of weeks ago, when I went to CVS for my flu and COVID vaccines, the pharmacist cheerfully suggested I should also make appointments for shingles, pneumonia, RSV, and a Tdap booster. That sounded like an awful lot of poking for one person, but I decided I’d better at least start with the shingles shot while vaccines are still available.

So on Thursday, I got my first shingles vaccine and a Tdap booster. I felt fine until Friday afternoon, when I suddenly needed a three-hour nap and still went to bed at 8:00 p.m. By Saturday I was feeling better, doing laundry, folding clothes, making baked ziti, baking muffins, and paying bills like a responsible adult again.

Then came Sunday. At 5:00 a.m., I woke up with one of the worst headaches I’ve ever had plus a fever. I alternated ibuprofen and Tylenol until things started to ease up a bit, and I managed the rest of the day pretty well, as long as I remembered to keep taking ibuprofen every six hours.

According to GlaxoSmithKline, the shingles vaccine can cause pain, redness, swelling, muscle aches, tiredness, headache, shivering, fever, and an upset stomach. Lucky me, I checked every single box! Still, I’d much rather deal with a few rough days than go through shingles. My mom and sister have both had it, and they were miserable.

So today, I’m determined to start feeling better, maybe with a little help from one last dose of ibuprofen. I’ll have to work up the courage to go back for that second shingles shot (not until December, thankfully), but I will. Otherwise, all this feeling lousy will have been for nothing!

Here’s hoping your Monday is off to a good and healthy start!

 

Please Don't Make Me Drive to Newark Again

On Monday, I was grumbling about having to pick up Justin and John late Tuesday night (well, late for me) at Newark airport. That trip actually went fine and we were home by 1:00 am. But what I didn’t know when I wrote that post was what Monday night itself would hold. 

Jess, who works at a vet’s office, had been told she absolutely had to be at work Tuesday for surgery day. That meant she was flying home from Montana on Monday. She had a friend lined up to pick her up, so all I needed to do was stay awake long enough to hand her the car keys; her car had been parked in our driveway since I dropped her at the airport back on September 20th).

Easy, right?

Well, the first sign of trouble was a text from Jess in Chicago saying her flight was delayed. Cue hours of updates: more delays, more waiting. Eventually, her flight left three hours late, which meant she landed at Newark at 12:45 am. By then, her friend had bailed on the pickup.

She checked Uber and it would have been about $200 for the ride. Beyond the cost, I couldn’t imagine having to climb into a stranger’s car in the middle of the night. So I did what any mom/aunt/friend with a semi-decent sense of responsibility would do and drove to Newark to pick her up. By 1:00 am, Jess and her luggage were in my car, and by 2:00 am, we were home. She still had a 45-minute drive back to her own house, but I went straight to bed because I had to turn around and go back to Newark the very next night.

All told, I made four round trips to Newark in two weeks (each about 110 miles), with the last two trips happening less than 24 hours apart.

The silver lining? I snapped this odd but kind of wonderful photo. I can’t tell exactly what’s happening in it beyond headlights and taillights, I think, but I like it.  

 

Still, I suspect the next time someone asks me to make an airport run, I’ll have no trouble saying no. 

 

Here's hoping you have a lovely, restful weekend! 

 

 

Unraveled Wednesday: 10/1/25

I’m happily joining Kat and the Unravelers today, still plugging away on the sock and adding some length to the rainbow scarf. Inspired by Carole’s “sock in the wild” photo from Monday, I decided to take one of my own while I was checking in on Nugget. 

Nugget, however, had some strong opinions. She felt the first photo was too sock-heavy and far too Nugget-light. (She’s not wrong.) So we tried again, this time featuring Her Highness lounging regally on her pillow in the bow window, supervising the neighborhood and patiently waiting for me to get inside and pay the proper tribute in treats. 

 

As for the knitting itself: I did make a little progress on the sock after Monday’s photo, but the toe still remains to be done (and the second sock). Meanwhile, I measured the scarf and discovered I’ve got a good 24" left to knit. So, I cheerfully joined the third skein and will just keep rainbow-ing along!

 

 

I read two books this week. The Salt Stones was recommended by both Jane and Sarah, and I found it to be a beautifully written meditation on what it means to live in relationships with land, animals, and family. Helen Whybrow’s prose is both lyrical and grounded, weaving together the visceral details of farm life, like birthing lambs in the cold of late winter, battling predators, shearing sheep, and harvesting blueberries, with reflections on stewardship, resilience, and belonging.

What struck me most is the balance between the daily grit of farm work and the larger sense of rhythm and meaning that Whybrow finds in the cycles of life and death. The book doesn’t romanticize shepherding or land stewardship; it acknowledges the exhaustion, the heartbreak, and the constant need to adapt. Yet at the same time, there’s a deep tenderness in the way she connects her care for the sheep and the farm with her love for her family and her responsibility to future generations.

This is not a fast-paced book. it moves in seasons rather than chapters, and its power lies in its quiet accumulation of moments. At times the meditative tone can feel a little heavy, but the writing is gorgeous and the reflections are well worth lingering over.

For readers who enjoy memoirs rooted in place, nature writing that doesn’t shy away from difficulty, and thoughtful explorations of what it means to truly belong to a landscape, The Salt Stones will be a rewarding read. 

Patrick Ryan’s Buckeye is an ambitious, multi-generational story set in Bonhomie, Ohio, beginning in the shadow of World War II and stretching into the postwar boom years. It starts with a single fateful encounter between Cal Jenkins, haunted not by combat but by his inability to serve, and Margaret Salt, a woman with secrets of her own. Around them swirl characters marked by grief, longing, and resilience: Cal’s wife, Becky, whose gift as a seer allows her to bridge the living and the dead, and Margaret’s husband, Felix, whose absence at sea casts a long shadow.

Ryan writes with warmth and empathy, particularly when exploring the ways ordinary people carry extraordinary burdens. The setting feels textured and true, and the novel shines when it zeroes in on the small-town dynamics of Bonhomie, where everyone’s business eventually comes to light. The consequences of one “stolen moment” ripple through the next generation, reminding us how personal choices can shape entire families.

The book’s scope sometimes works against it. The narrative spans decades and multiple perspectives, which occasionally left me wishing for more depth in certain storylines rather than breadth. A few of the characters’ motivations felt underdeveloped, and the pacing sagged in places. Still, there’s no denying the poignancy of Ryan’s themes - loss, love, and the uneasy reconciliation between who we are and who we hoped to be.

Buckeye doesn’t fully deliver on its sweeping ambitions, but it offers a moving and often thought-provoking portrait of ordinary lives intersecting with history. Readers who enjoy family sagas with a touch of mystery and spirituality will likely find it worth the read. 

What are you making and reading this week?

 

Bits and Pieces

As we approach the end of September, I think it's time for a few bits and pieces. 

Making - Grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. John has been in Montana for the past couple of weeks, and that means I haven't had to cook dinner. It's been a lovely vacation from meal preparation. I can eat what I want, when I want, and that's often a grilled cheese sandwich at 8:00 pm. 

Not Looking Forward To - Picking John and Justin up at the airport tomorrow. I'll be glad to see them but their flight is scheduled to arrive at 11:14 pm. That's way past my bed time, and the last time I picked them up from a late flight it arrived more than an hour late. Wish me luck!

Hoping - That the cooler temperatures that are predicted for later this week actually materialize. It's been oddly hot and humid for late September and that makes me unhappy. 

Also Hoping - That my dear deer friends, a doe and her two fawns, don't get hit on the road. They visit my yard almost every afternoon and evening to eat the acorns from our oak trees but they are getting dangerously close to our busy street. 

Watching - The Morning Show and Ted Lasso. I know I'm very late to the party but I decided to subscribe to Apple TV through Amazon and see what I've been missing. The first seasons of both shows were watchable but later seasons weren't quite as good. That's okay; they were acceptable to knit to.

Also Watching - Ratatouille! I bought a Blu-Ray copy and once I got three different remotes figured out, it was a charming and entertaining movie. I started the third skein of rainbow yarn but didn't get a lot of knitting done while I was watching. The movie was good enough that it deserved most of my attention.

Ready For - Ragweed pollen season to be over. I'm not sure when that might happen, but it has really bothered me this year.

Grateful For - Sudafed, ibuprofen, and antihistamine eyedrops. 

Also Grateful - That I was able to get my covid and flu shots a couple of weeks ago. I got both of them at the same time and slept for most of the next day, but I feel much better knowing that my immune system is ready for fall and winter.

Avoiding - Housework, as usual. I have cleaned the bathrooms, but vacuuming and dusting have still not happened. 

Best new word I've learned - Backpfeifengesicht. It's one of those great German compound words and means "a face in need of a slap" or "a face badly in need of a fist". I fear I may need to use this in the days ahead. There's even a song about it. The lyrics are a bit rude but it is a catchy tune. 

How I've felt for much of 2025: 

But I hope your week is off to a good start!
 

The Best Kitty

Jess and Justin are away on vacation this week, so I’ve been looking after their cat, Nugget. I drove Jess to the airport last Saturday, and on the way she mentioned that Nugget had been acting oddly. Normally Nugget cleans her bowl and asks for more, but lately she hadn’t been eating much and was going in and out of the litter box repeatedly. As Jess got out of the car at the airport, she was still telling me where the cat carrier was in the garage, just in case.

This was a bit more responsibility than I had signed up for, but I didn’t really have a choice. On Sunday I went to check on Nugget, and she greeted me at the door with a string of plaintive meows. I asked her how she was doing, and she assured me she was “just fine; please scratch my ears and hand over some treats.”

I cleaned the litter box; Jess had put in special indicator pellets to test for a possible UTI, but nothing had changed color. Then I offered Nugget a small handful of food, which she inhaled before demanding seconds. When I went downstairs to get her treats, I discovered what I think is the real issue: The Interloper.

The Interloper's Pen

Jess recently brought home a kitten from her veterinary office, and Nugget was not amused. She refused to come downstairs where the kitten was and had been avoiding Jess and Justin altogether. Normally I only visit Nugget every other day when I'm cat-sitting, but since Justin's house is 45 minutes away, I wasn’t keen on making a daily 90-minute round trip to deal with the kitten, too. Thankfully, Jess arranged for a friend to watch the kitten this week, giving Nugget a much-needed break.

I spent some time with her, scratching her ears, brushing her fur, giving her treats, and telling her repeatedly that she is, without question, the best kitty. By the time I left, she was happily curled up on her favorite pillow in the front window, purring and clearly enjoying life without the competition.

Jess will be picking up the kitten once she’s back next Tuesday. Until then, I’ll keep visiting Nugget, scratching her ears, and reminding her - this week and every week after - that she truly is the best kitty.