Another relative quickie – I am going walking today with our niece, to whom I will at last present the Mourning Shawl. I’ll try to get a pic.
And she’ll need the yarn-care instructions that came in the box…
So before mid-morning I must make some sandwiches to leave for my husband’s lunch, and invent a supper for my happily weary self to make this evening. Left-over mutton with onion sauce?
It doesn’t sound like much, but that sort of thinking and trotting about takes me longer and longer these days.
I’m roaring on with the Brownstone. A couple more days to finish the body?
The astronomy is getting well beyond me. Jean, I thought the sun was always overhead at the equator, where they have more or less 12-hours-light, 12-hours-dark all year round. But what about the rest of us and the equinoxes? For us here in the northern hemisphere, the sun will be at its nearest to directly-overhead at the summer solstice, won’t it? And at the winter solstice, it struggles to get above the southern horizon. Where is it at the equinox? And how does that compare with where it is for everybody else in the world? Three-dimensional geometry was where mathematics and I parted company.
Lisa, the calligraphy is an appliquéd throw – I guess you’d call it – Helen gave us, from
where she and her husband met. It is
the Arabic world they are really interested in – Cairo was something of an
accident. My camera is telling me it needs new batteries. I’ll take a proper
picture tomorrow. Helen herself will be breezing through here for another night
soon, and I’ll try to remember to ask her about it. Greece
Everybody we’ve ever met is coming to see us in November, starting with Big Thomas this weekend.