Ah, the beautiful summer weekends in New York City. The thrill of the triathlon. The cheering onlookers. The smell of the Hudson. And then, the monotony of waiting in line for free Shakespeare in the Park tickets. It was an eventful Sunday indeed.

The thrill of the triathlon belongs to my husband, who found out he’d gotten off the waiting list at the last moment on Saturday. Dauntless, he merrily prepared his gear, despite not having trained as he would have liked. And of course I had to turn up to support him. I was down at the river by 6:45.

This was the scene – you can see the dock where the athletes climbed out of the water after the 1.5k swim. That’s not Adam. He was actually so much faster in the water than I expected that he appeared before I could get the camera ready. I watched him head out on the bike around 7:20 and then booked it over to the park to get in line for Shakespeare tickets. The theatre distributes the tickets at 1:00, but you need to be in line before 8:30 to be assured of getting any. We’ve done this every year since we’ve lived in New York. So while I waited, I knit. I worked my apricot jacket sleeve up to the shoulder cap before I ran out of yarn (I’d foolishly left the remaining two balls at the office – yes, I have stash overflow there.), and then I spent some time with the sock. I took a break to watch Adam run by:

He joined me after he finished in the excellent time of 2:39:38. Yay, Husband!

And there was more than one sock on a bike this weekend:

And when I tired of the sock stranding (I’m working the foot), I cast on for a new project. It’s design number five from the Vogue spring/summer issue, but I’m making some modifications, including removing the arms. I’m also knitting it in some nifty French yarn, courtesy of Becky. It’s Bouton d’Or Organdi in color “tilleul”, which means “linden”, my favorite tree. The Organdi is quite intriguing in its content and construction. There’s a viscose/polyamide core of chain links, rather like Southwest Trading Company’s Bamboo yarn, only more pliable when knit, and it’s woven together with strands of linen. The result is a fairly soft but textural yarn with a lot of shine, and the color is a beautiful greeny gold, like a field of wheat.

Since Vogue is so pathetic about naming their designs (this one is called…wait for it…”Short Sleeve Top”!), I’ve taken it upon myself to give this one a name. In honor of As You Like It, which is the play we saw, I shall call her Rosalind.