The promised knitting pictures follow, but here’s something better to start with:
That’s my nephew Theo, my sister’s son, with his sons Ted (just turned three) and Emmett. And someone else.
Tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis. Sorry about that. And it’s a pity we never got that picture of the Dalai Lama wearing the scarf I knit for him.
Here’s another, equally or even more interesting in its way. My sister and her husband voted yesterday:
As well as the Big One, and a Senator, and their Representative, they had to vote for five judges (judges?) and three Board of Education members and four Amendments of one sort or another. It takes time. I think maybe more polling stations are required, or some other adjustment. I can easily see, with queues like that, and polling stations not open in the evening, why many people simply can’t manage. And why others might not bother.
And here’s the WIP pic. I’ve started the heel flap of the Kaffe Fassett sock. There won’t be enough yarn, in a 50 gram ball, to finish off the foot. I’ll end it with Whiskey Barrel. I think we’ll be safely inside the shoe, by then.
I did only 75 rounds in the leg this time, instead of the 90 I did for the recent Whiskey Barrel socks. They looked awfully big, when finished. This one looks a bit small.
Chloe (comment yesterday): real, practical forgiveness from the Church would allow the Cardinal to exercise his priesthood again, perhaps helping in a parish, as he had hoped to do for quite a while after his disgrace, until the authorities said no. And perhaps – goodness me – even allowing him back into Scotland.