This morning I saw
that my keys weren’t in their proper place. I set Daniela to find them, and she
did so at once. Those patterns must be somewhere really fancy, to elude her. Three
of them (legwarmers, Coofle, Machu Picchu) – and the legwarmers are in a
plastic sleeve so it would have been difficult to throw them out in a mistaken
tidying of a pile of paper. My mother, by the way -- born in 1906, I think; raised in the mid west -- used to say that it was a snake that would have bit you.
I knit some more
of Machu Picchu (although I ought to be knitting wee Hamish’s Calcutta Cup
vest). It’s very peaceful and, as I’ve said, the yarn is blissful on the hands.
I’m at that stage – and I’m sure we’ve all spent a lot of time there – where I
can knit on and on (upwards from the initial ribbing) and never seem to make
any progress at all. I think what I need just now is to get back into the way
of knitting.
The pattern,
wherever it is, is completely different. It’s top-down, with a shaped waist. I
have no waist, so I don’t want that; and I agree with Meg that it’s much more
fun to have the knitting of the beautiful yoke to look forward to. So I don’t
really need the pattern for quite a while.
Other
For reading, I’ve
gone back to Montalbano in Italian. The effort involved makes it seem vaguely
more highbrow than Allingham. And I’m trying to think of meals for my sister,
arriving next Thursday morning. Something I’m strong enough to rustle up and
mildly, at least, interesting to eat. Chicken tray-bake.
Helen (anon), you’re
right to beware of the Fake Parcel Scam. Rachel’s husband Ed got caught by it
recently, and he’s fairly savvy. No great financial harm – perhaps none at all –
but he had to change his cards, which is always a bore, and he felt foolish. I
constantly have things delivered, mostly from Amazon but by no means entirely,
and they’ve never tried that one on me. I constantly remember, and shudder at
the memory, the time they nearly got me with
you-need-to-move-all-your-money-into-a-safe-account.
Jean, my parents — one from Central, one from Western Pennsylvanian, and born 1923/1929, respectively — used the same “snake” saying. I use it, too.
ReplyDeleteSo glad that your sister is able to visit. I find the prospect of international travel daunting (but am scheduled to do it in January).
My mother was raised in NJ by an Irish mother. No snakes in Ireland, so maybe dog fit better!
ReplyDeleteWe've heard and said the 'snake' thing forever... So much so that my brother & I only say Snake! now when something lost turns out to be right there.
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