Sunday, December 06, 2015

You people are wonderful.

I don't know what went wrong with comments yesterday – I blame Perdita. But enough got through that I began by turning the computer upside down and shaking it – rather gingerly, since it's a laptop and to shake the keyboard you have to shake the whole thing. Then I put it down and, in the absence of compressed air in any other form, blew hard on the offending key.

And now it works fine. Many thanks.

As for knitting, I finished row 25 of the final Dunfallandy triangle. A good day today, and I could finish it. Or two bad days, and I could finish tomorrow. Then comes assembly.

(I showed the work-in-progress to Alexander when he was here last week. He claimed to have no knowledge of the Dunfallandy Stone, or of the astonishing collection of Celtic stones at Miegle, in the other direction from Kirkmichael. I would have thought he would have been taken to both too often in childhood.)

Liz, thank you for the reference to July 17, 2010 in my blog, for Green Granite Blocks. How much I seemed to get done, in those days! I vaguely feel that what happened to GGB was that I laid it aside in order to knit something for the Games (although I've just seen a passage in which I said I wasn't going to do that). Goodness knows what, and I'm sure I didn't win.

In those days, I seemed to be able to work on GGB and still have time at the end of the day for a bit of sock-knitting at least. Nowadays, my husband's early bed means that, effectively, there is no evening. There ought to be knitting time during the day – it's not as if we were doing anything – but somehow it doesn't seem to work.


Jenny, the drs know all about the different sizes of my legs. When I sort of semi-collapsed in the summer, they spotted the enlarged right leg at once. I hadn't noticed. It was a deep vein thrombosis. A scan the next day (a Sunday – let no one persuade you that the NHS doesn't function over the weekend) revealed pulmonary embolisms (I prefer that plural). Hence the daily dose of rat poison and my cider-less life.


  1. No wonder Alexander doesn't remember being taken to important sites -you gave the explanation yourself. "too many times" These small people have a way of blanketing out the stuff you would like them to remember and retaining things you would really rather they didn't. They don't get heritage till later in their growth cycle.

  2. Oh Perdita. I would like another photo of her. I'm wishing for a kitten and not getting one (husband says a big NO!)
    You inspire me to "tend to my knitting" in a more concrete manner. Maybe I'll add my knitting to my journal entries. I hope you have many knitting windows today.

  3. Anonymous2:01 PM

    Just checked American Amazon and there is one new copy of Kaffe's publication, plus 4 used. Maybe the UK Amazn has something closer to home? Chloe

  4. There is a copy here, in the UK, at a reasonable price:

  5. A comment to Pom Pom - my husband said NO to a kitten or cat - in a weak moment he finally yielded and we have had the loveliest of cats for almost a year now. We communicate via the cat - Husband has memory impairment issues which make life complicated and often funny.

  6. Thinking about it, this is what I remember from what were likely educational trips before the age of 6...
    A big room with dinosaurs moving. Probably mechanical, probably a traveling exhibition.
    Seeing my first T-Rex skull and climbing inside a Apollo module of some type. This would have been at Fernbank Science Center (not the later-built Natural History Center) and mostly what I remember is how big and scary the skull was and how small the module seemed and I was impressed they'd managed to fit an adult in. Also I think I was yelled at, but am not sure. It's foggy beyond standing inside the capsule.
    The only historical one would be sitting on the floor at the Smith House in one of the bedrooms at the Historical Center. I've no idea why I was there, or with what group, or why we were sitting in an area that I've only ever seen since roped off.
    These are all really just images, and I have more context because I've been back to the places as I got older. I've still got images from field trips, even much later ones, that have very little context. For example, somewhere around here (aka within 200ish miles) there is a battlefield with a stone tower. I remember climbing the tower. I'd guess Civil War (it's GA, there's not a ton of history before then, especially near here). I'd guess it was a class trip and I was in middle school. Vague idea it was in TN, but that could be easily wrong, as I know we did trips to TN, SC, NC, and within GA, but I'd guess a longer bus ride would stick more in my head.

    1. It's also surprised me how much gets knocked loose when I wander around a place. I retained most of the history from the class field trip to Oakland Cemetery (age 11?), when all I thought I remembered was the butter and honey sandwich I had for lunch (YUM). I freaked out a friend that day because I could remember stories attached to some of the monuments and where we needed to go.
      Memory's a weird thing that way. So, there's hope! Kids may not retain everything we want them to, but they generally retain more than we (or they) realize.