It's been a quiet day. I think folk are hiding indoors as it's very foggy and the air is full of that fine, misty rain what gets your skin wet when you hardly feel it, and the ground is a bit muckied. I like it, though! I like dampness and water of all sorts, whether it's in a creek or a pond or falling through the air. Do folk stop to notice how all the colors of the world get deeper and richer when it rains? The tree trunks are so dark they almost look black, and the leaves stand out so bright against them! I always loved playing in the rain, and it drove Ma nuts. I loved the mud between my toes and the wet grass on my heels and how everything smelled so fresh and green. I'd come home with a toad in my hand or a newt in my pocket and she'd pitch a fit. They have to come out when it rains or they die, so they'd be easier to catch! Why on earth am I rambling on about this?
Master Tumunir wouldn't hear of me mending the hole in the toe of his stocking, so I knitted a new pair for him. I put them on his bed. I hope he weren't angry about it. I haven't seen him yet. I were thinking about maybe offering to knit mittens and scarves and hats for folk this winter, for some extra coin. I can't sew anything fancy, but they're easy enough to manage. Maybe if I sold a few, I could buy some proper colored yarn and make even prettier things. It'd be nice to have some kind of skill to take with me whenever I move on from here.
I feel peaceful and restless at the same time somehow. It's nice to sit here and put my feet up and watch the misty rain through the window. But there's something about autumn what makes me want to do things. Maybe I'm part squirrel and just don't know it! Maybe I should be gathering nuts and stuffing my bed with fur and grass for the winter! Ah, my, I'm sitting here laughing like a fool. Good thing the house is empty save for me. Maybe I'll get some of the prettiest colored leaves and some pinecones and try to make something out of it. The house is cozy but it's awful plain. It could use a bit of color.
Well, that quiet didn't last! A bang on the door near made me jump out of my skin. It were the same man as were looking for the woodcarver's house a week or so back. He asked if I knew where the doctor lives, and I pointed him across the street. Now, I know that I'm probably a forgettable enough lass, but I reminded him that he'd knocked on my door before so he knew that this wasn't the doctor's place. He looked confused at that and started rubbing his eyes and saying he was having trouble remembering things lately and he apologized. He seemed sincere enough to me, and he didn't try to hang about, so I figure he was being honest. I felt bad then, and he looked like a giant, lost pup walking back out into the rain, so I called after him and told him if he wanted a biscuit and some good, hot tea, he could stop back again. He didn't say yes or no, just waved a hand and kept walking.
Then Missus Holbrook came by and showed me where to find all the winter bed linens for when the nights get cold enough that I need to change things over. She were sneezing and sniffling and I tried not to stand too close to her, poor woman. One point she started sneezing, just one after another, like a cat with something in its nose. I were trying not to laugh. I offered her to sit down and have some tea with honey, but she said she should get home and if she sat down here she'd never get up again, she were that tired. She said "Don't get married, Taite, once the honeymoon is over, the only thing your husband will be giving you is colds and head aches". She were laughing, though, and I know she didn't mean it serious.
