All's been quiet so far. I haven't bumped into my two little masters today, but I imagine they have their own business to tend to and things to do. I'll make sure their beds are in order and that supper is ready to be laid out as soon as one or both of them show their faces.
Missus Holbrook said she were talking to Missus Hopmead and asking about help with some sort of big supper. Missus Holbrook said they like to do it once a year, during the harvest, just as a nice present for the village, where any folk can come by and eat their fill of mince pies and fruit pies and spiced cider and bread full of nuts and fruit. She kept naming things until my belly were growling loud as a bear! I told her I'd be glad to help in any way I can, and she said she'll come fetch me when the day is a bit closer. I wonder if the folk what work at the Soothery would like to come?
The socks have been delivered into the hands of Mister Dimheim and...oh, foot!! I forgot the basket! I didn't even think about it until now. What is wrong with me? Anyway, I tried to pick different colors of yarn, though it's tricky when the sheep don't give much but brown and grey and sometimes white. He seemed pleased with them, and I do hope they keep everyone's feet nice and cozy this winter. Maybe I'll make a few extra pairs for Master Doc and Bild and Maurr and Tumunir. Gods, why are all my aqu acua folk I know dwarves right now? Well, except Mister Dimehim, of course. Yule will be here before we know it, and it sure would be nice to have something to give. I never could afford anything before.
I were glad somehow, when he asked me to stay and talk a little. I don't like leaving things unfinished or in an awkward way. And that's how it felt after the last time I were there. I think I worry too much sometimes. I don't think it's my fault, really. After losing Pa and Ma, and the way my life just went all to pieces with my leg being broken and Emory losing his wits, and most of my friends just disappearing into thin air. I think anybody would be a little worrisome about getting close to anyone else. He asks me the strangest questions sometimes. Just things out of thin air. But I don't mind it! It's just surprising when I'm not expecting (?) it. Part of me thinks he'd do better to ask someone who knows more about the world and people than I do. What do I know? I'm afraid of disappointing (?) him. But he says I haven't done so. So I need to stop worrying about it! I think Mister Dimheim and I will get on just fine now that I understand him better. It just took a little time for my heart to understand things, too. Hearts don't always learn as quick as heads do.
