Thursday, March 21, 2013

Today is the second anniversary of my husband’s sister’s death. Cardinal Newman, who was of a somewhat morbid turn of mind, says something somewhere about how odd it is to think that every year we pass through the day, unrecognised, which is to become the day of our death.

That winter, two years ago, was a savage one, much worse than the one now ending – or, rather, not ending. But by the 21st of March, 2011, it was spring.

We got on well with the doctor yesterday, I guess. My husband’s oxygen-saturation is just where it was two years ago. He has been referred back to the Respiratory specialists, however; and also to someone for the Hand. His right hand sort of seized up a year or so ago. It could be a kind of diabetic arthritis, the dr said. It’s a nuisance to my husband. So lots of sock-knitting in waiting rooms looms ahead.

As for the Diaabled Parking Badge, the dr promised a supporting letter but was not at all sure that we qualify. I suppose that is encouraging, in a depressing sort of way. It doesn’t get us to Mass or to the National Gallery.

So today involves no excitement at all – a day for Getting on With Things. I feel tired already.

A propos of nothing: my favourite Scotsman columnist published this last Saturday. I’m going to cut out and keep.


I am developing my use of Evernote. It won’t go into the iPad, alas, without “OS 5” which (apparently) I haven’t got. I bought “Evernote for Dummies” despite reader-reviews on Amazon which said there was no need to, you could figure it out yourself. I thought the reader-reviewers didn’t realise how much of a Dummy I am – but they were right. Avoid the book.


This is a link to somewhat long-winded blog entries by the woman doing the sheep-research which is to be supported by the e-book that Myrna Stahman is contributing to: not an elegant sentence. See yesterday. I am not entirely persuaded by her drawing of a Shetland ram. He looks wise and even benevolent. All the sheep I’ve ever met look stupid and sly. Perhaps Shetland rams are different.

The Relax continues well. A couple more evenings should finish this first sleeve. I have gone down a needle size or two, as the designer suggests. I am wondering if the sleeve is too narrow, as a result. The Socklady’s latest post has a most interesting illustration of a pair of her wonderful socks knit by mistake on different-sized needles. The difference was only .25 mm but the socks are undoubtedly of different sizes.

The success of my sleeve will all depend on how far down the dropped shoulder comes. It’s meant to come to the elbow, or nearly, with this final narrow bit, therefore, for the upper forearm. Much to worry about.


  1. I agree with you that the Shetland ram looks far too handsome and benign - but I do take issue on all sheep being faintly evil. I'm of the same opinion as the one my Mother came to after plenty of trips to the Lake District. Herdwick sheep are different. They have their own wisdom and it shows on their faces.

  2. I am using Evernote on the iPad, I just upgraded to the newest OS 6. Unless you have the original iPad you should be able to upgrade to 5, and it is free. I get a little red number showing in my settings icon that tells me there is an update. I ignored it for months, because I was hoping any bugs would be worked out. This link is to a chart that tells you which is which. I also found out by looking this up that the version number of the iPad is marked on the back. So thanks!

  3. Oh, I forgot to put the link in

  4. I like your Scotsman's column. And his Mum.

  5. Much mojo that you qualify for a disabled tag. Hopefully the bureaucrat gods will be generous.

  6. Thank you for the link to the piece in the Scotsman--it was lovely. I'd love to go like that, quick, no fuss, but few are so fortunate. About socks on different sized needles: After a bit of wear, they may even out, which I know from experience.

  7. Anonymous5:59 PM

    It breaks my heart to see Deb Robson's writing described as "long-winded." She's a lovely, thoughtful writer, quite passionate about wool and sheep.

    1. "Anonymous" is right. Deb Robson is wonderful. I have read her book, "Fleece and Fiber Source Book," cover to cover and last spring took a 3-day workshop with her in which we learned about and spun wool from 16 different rare breeds of sheep. She is a leader in the US (and perhaps worldwide) among people trying to preserve rare breeds, especially some in the UK.

      Yes, she does write at length, but what she has to say is learned, knowledgeable, and firmly grounded in the research she does. Perhaps you didn't mean the comment quite as snarky as it came across?

  8. "My bird, I think." made my day...