Thanks, guys! Of course I was watching tennis yesterday, and I can tell you that k2p2 rib is a pretty difficult stitch to execute while
is playing Federer. Murray
I am sure Mr Murray would have preferred it to happen a month ago, and win him the
Wimbledon trophy. But winning an Olympic gold medal is a
good deal better than not winning an Olympic gold medal, and defeating Mr
Djokovic and Mr Federer in successive matches without losing a set is
something, too. Surely
will win one of the big titles? But it has to be soon – he is 25 and the clock
is ticking. Murray
I learned in my on-line magazine reading this morning that the American Olympic Committee pays $25,000 for a gold, and pro rata for other medals. Presumably many other nations do the same. And here I thought the one thing to be said for this whole rather tedious business was that the athletes were competing for glory (and future sponsorship money), not for cash on the barrel-head.
In 1948 my father was Sports Editor of the Associated Press. He met the woman for whom he left us, while he was covering the Olympics in
that year. She was married, too. I
assumed when I was young that she was already divorced when she and my father
met, but I don’t know that. Her husband may have been equally betrayed. She and
my father lived happilyeverafter for many years. London
So I start out with a bias against the London Olympics.
Little to report, as far as actual knitting is concerned. The red socks are now within a few rounds of completion – due less to tennis-knitting than to subsequent peaceful television-watching. I hope to cast on for Candace Strick’s socks today.
Dining-room: the bookcase has all its shelves, and I think it has been shored up from below to my husband’s satisfaction, although I am not quite sure about that. He is always very cross during any such operation – it occurred to me years ago that that ensures a flow of adrenalin. One does not err through inattention while hanging a picture or shoring up a bookcase with my husband. I hope today to start filling it with books.
Miscellaneous: while they were in Strathardle recently, the Beijing Mileses went camping in Glenderby (pronounced "Glen-DAR-by"). There is a ruined bothy there, perhaps an hour’s walk from our village. They all went up for a campfire supper, then Cathy and Alistair came home to sleep in beds, the cowards, while James and the girls remained.
The elder daughter, Rachel-the-Younger, is a keen and skilful photographer. She was eager to have a chance to photograph deer, and succeeded. I downloaded this from her Facebook page just now:
Two points of interest.
Notice the albino deer. I have never seen such a thing.
Notice the quantity. I have not been up Glenderby myself for a good many years, but when I used to go, I never saw deer in anything like that number. Half a dozen would have been a lot, in my day. What chance have my vegetables got?