General gloom.
Not here, so much.
It was a lovely, sunny day. Helen came, and we got around the garden twice, and
my step count, as a result, stands at 3052 and I haven’t even gone to bed yet.
I’m knitting round 44 of the 50 border rounds of Gudrun’s hap. The next round
will be the final pattern round and then I can take out all those markers.
No, I am gloomy
because my favourite columnist, Melanie Reid, who is quadriplegic after falling
from her horse, has abandoned for a moment her usual cheerful cynicism and confessed
in this morning’s Times how frightened she is. What if her carer gets Covid-19?
Or her husband? Or what if she gets it herself? – paralysis requires specialist
nursing to avoid bedsores. (My parallel anxieties are: what if I have a heart
attack? or a stroke? or a bad fall? now that hospitals are choc-a-bloc.)
And then came the
promised report on Andrew Doig’s health. He’s Andrew, as in Andrew and Andrea.
You probably know already. He got a lot worse around Christmas. The best that doctors
could offer – and I suspect German doctors are rather good – was treatment
which would prolong life by a few months. So Andrea picked him up and drove him
to a clinic in the Black Forest where they are free to use treatments that
haven’t been approved and released on the world. (She has been doing a lot of
research into possibilities, in the last few months.) She is staying there too,
and helping to nurse him. It’s very expensive. She appealed to us for funds.
Hence, gloom.
Reading
Helen is reading
Candia McWilliam’s autobiography “What to Look for in Winter”. (What a good
title!) I thought I had read it, but none of the passages Helen described sounded
familiar. I checked with Amazon, and sure enough I bought it for my Kindle a
few years ago. So I think I’ll go there when I finish “Barchester Towers”. I’m
increasingly inclined to agree with you, Shandy: Charlotte Stanhope is a bit of
a Mary Crawford (from “Mansfield Park”) although I still hope she will prove to
be less of a villainess.
Yes, superficially sensible: dresses her age, does the accounts, fills in the gaps of that useless mother, but ... watch this space. and keep looking out for ivy reappearing as an image.
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Gloomy weather here, and the promised snow turned into 'wintry mix' that left the roads and sidewalks treacherous. I'm reading a couple of Catriona McPherson mysteries, on the cozy side, set in Perthshire. The author is a PhD in linguistics, so there are frequent forays into Scots vs. English. I think they are well written and entertaining. Not Trollope, certainly. I've been cranking out some striped hats and mittens in a new pattern, Strobus, that are in bright colors and fall into the same cozy category. Fun and require very little thinking.
ReplyDeleteI saw (and bought) your Strobus pattern in the MDK Saturday newsletter. Congrats, Mary Lou! It looks bright and cheery and easy on my rattled brain.
DeleteI bought your pattern, too, Mary Lou, after seeing it in Snippets. Looks just the ticket for battling the gloominess.
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