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So, off to Strathardle. It’s been so long that I have half-forgotten the drill. The sun is shining. We’ll be fine. Back here early next week.

It was rather curious, what happened to yesterday’s post. But for an email from Greek Helen, late in the afternoon, I might never have known that it wasn’t up. I was, indeed, feeling rather sorry for myself about not having any comments.

The drill is that I compose here on my terrestrial computer, save, copy, paste it into Blogger, re-read and tweak, add pics if appropriate, post, read again. Not infrequently, I spot an infelicity,  an “its” which should be “it’s” perhaps, on that very last reading. Then I alter the progress bar and sign out.

What went wrong yesterday? When I got Helen’s message and went to investigate, I found that my effort had been saved as a draft. I think it was Blogger’s fault, but trembling as I am on the threshold of my tenth decade – could that be right? perhaps if we counted again? – I worry about my own capacities.

Greek Helen and, I think, Archie will travel from the original Athens to the Athens of the North today. He’ll go straight to school. She’ll sleep here and do various things in Edinburgh tomorrow and join us in Strathardle later on. She'll do more whizzing about on Saturday as she investigates a possible school for her next son. Then the party will break up on Sunday.

I will at least put the forcing pot over the rhubarb and do a bit of pruning. I wonder how much vegetable-growing will happen this year? That winter took a lot out of both me and my husband. I have plans for sorrel and bunching onions and some huauzontle (scroll down) on the doorstep here. Maybe I'll feel peppier once I have surveyed the scene of action. 

Knitting

Franklin’s class is wonderful. The whole Craftsy set-up is very good – you don’t need me to tell you. The teachers top-flight, the cost less than a session at an LYS or yarn jamboree. I’m awfully glad I finally met Franklin in the flesh, that happy day at Loop in London last November, so that the Craftsy class in that respect is a reminder. But that’s personal.

My other Craftsy class, Herzog on fit, is stuck at the point where I have got to take pictures of myself to find out what shape I am. The models in the lesson are wearing jeans and tee-shirts and the problem here is going to be to take off enough clothes, for a few moments at least, to make the exercise worthwhile. I am determined to do it while Helen is here. I think we can find a sufficiently neutral background somewhere in that little house.

There is no dedicated Strathardle WIP at the moment – I’ll take the socks along. Oddly, I can’t watch Craftsy lessons on the iPad although it is perfectly capable of showing me a movie. Ah! – but my husband is taking his new Toshiba portable. He continues to struggle. It was probably a mistake to let him opt out from the learning curve the rest of us underwent in recent decades, Windows and mouse-clicking and all that stuff. I wonder if Word for Dummies would help me simplify things for him.