I want to hear every detail about Rhinebeck. Next year in Jerusalem.
(I just google’d that phrase, in the hope of using it roughly right. I found a touching question in an online forum – What do you say at that point in the Passover Seder if you’re actually living in Jerusalem? I remember reading somewhere once that Princess Margaret, as a small child, asked her father how he dealt with the national anthem: “God save our gracious me”?)
(The answer to that one has to be that in Britain – surely alone in the world – the Head of State doesn’t sing the national anthem.)
My new credit card arrived yesterday. It came by courier and arrived, as I was sure it would, while I was at the hospital. But, miraculously, it was posted through the door. Wisely, at that: there’s not much a Bad Man could have done with it. I had to phone one of those numbers to activate it – and I had to do it from my land line. And then type in numbers which I didn’t know myself and had to go look up. I got the job done, on the third call, but haven’t been brave enough to use the card yet.
Knitzi first. But perhaps the simplest thing will be to give Amazon the number and buy a book and see if it works. And then I need to renew my patronage of Knitty – I’ve had a sad email from them saying that they weren’t able to claim their money from the old card.
I would recommend changing credit cards as an efficient way of sweeping out old standing orders. I look forward to further such sad emails, each of which will be judged on its current merits.
Knitting went well again yesterday. Uncia’s Chart F is much easier than anything that precedes, because the repeat is shorter and can be more or less memorized, row by row. Shandy, you mean that a one-over-one cross can be done by inserting the right-hand needle in the stitch it needs to knit next, from behind or in front as appropriate? And then knitting the other one? I’ll try.
But I also succeeded in finishing the Hansel Hap. In dealing with the loose ends, I probably created a few more kn*ts than Gudrun would like to hear about. So this morning’s task is to block it, which may cut into Uncia-knitting-time. It probably won’t be completely dry by tomorrow, so I may not be able to post it to DC before the weekend – that’s if I get to London.
The Care Package didn’t turn up yesterday. I now dread every phone call. Today is crucial – even from tomorrow, I could suggest that my husband stay in hospital until Monday. I’m taking an early train back that day, and there are people who could cover in the morning. Helen will be away.