I was sorry to hear of Steve Jobs’ death. It emboldens me to express out loud my suspicion that Mr. Megrahi, although undoubtedly very ill, may be hamming it up a bit. We saw him a month ago, apparently beyond speech and days from death. This week he gave an interview.
Still no package. The carrier is called “Yodel”, unknown to me and perhaps rather new on the scene. I missed the delivery on Monday. I re-booked it for Tuesday and had an email from them confirming the arrangement. No package. I phoned yesterday morning and was told the package was on the van and would definitely arrive that day. No package. I’m about to phone again.
Waves of anxiety from
make the waiting worse. Helen set out for Athens
this morning, so from here on out it’s up to me. London
Little to report on the knitting front. I press happily forward with the Brownstone, the stitches now recovered and untwisted and unsplit and, where necessary, chained back up. It took a while. I’ll know what to do the next time I find a knot. The glorious yarn and glorious red are particularly welcome as a relief from package-waiting.
I also, finally, unpinned the Mourning Shawl from the dining room floor and mended the holes clumsily – there were actually some free stitches to be secured, to my horror. It remains but to hand it over to our niece. I think it might be easier to give her a photograph of it being blocked, rather than try to point out the lettering in the actual object.
I used to keep notes of interesting patterns in the magazines that I might want to look at again. There was a jacket called “Round Trip” in Noro Kureyon in the Fall, ’03, issue of Knitter’s which I knit for Cathy. I wonder how closely it resembles the ideas in the elusive “Knit, Swirl”. Conceivably, the same designer. It tends to slip back from the shoulders unless secured.
I need more shelf-space for knitting books. I wonder if I dare reserve the Knitter’s’s with the interesting patterns I have noted, including all four issues for 2000 when Meg walked through the EPS, and throw away the rest.