Day Two of the Regulated Life.
I did no knitting at all yesterday – so, obviously, the next reform must be to build knitting time into the system. I have a deep-seated aversion to the Olympics, dating from 1948, but I could make an exception this afternoon to try to watch the dressage, inspired by that article in the current New Yorker about Charlotte Dujardin. (Isn’t that a wonderful name?)
And then go on to my old favourite, the ridiculous quiz program called “Pointless”.
Yesterday Alexander brought his family here. He went on to the hospital to visit his father, while Ketki and I walked about the streets playing Pokemon-Go with the Little Boys. Not so little, either. I hadn’t seen them for a while. James, the elder, has suddenly shot up, as teen-agers sometimes do.
Pokemon-Go is very complicated, and pretty impressive. It was acquainted with a lot of the local sites – the house on London Street where the Norwegian national anthem was composed, the statue of Sherlock Holmes at the top of Broughton Street (because Arthur Conan Doyle was born nearby), to mention but two. Presumably every city in Britain is similarly provided for. What about towns?
The game was well beyond my comprehension. Ketki has had to learn a lot since she married Alexander, the rules of rugby football to begin with. She has mastered Pokemon-Go.
So here we are at publication day for the Vintage Shetland Project. Yesterday I discovered this film, made by Susan’s daughter, by following a link from the Susan Crawford group on Ravelry. I got about half-way through it, myself. It’s far too arty for my taste, but the knitting, when glimpsed, does indeed look rather wonderful.
The link was published on Susan’s blog ten days ago. So maybe the book really will be published today?
Today I will resume hospital visiting on my own behalf, and will press on with the second Vampire sock.