Friday, September 23, 2016

Here I still am, not in Strathardle – and the sun is shining, contrary to yesterday’s forecast.

Whoever-it-was rang up yesterday morning to say that they will deliver my husband’s hospital bed at some time today, between 8am and 3pm, I think it was. I told my husband, at the end of yesterday’s visit, that my appearance at his side today was somewhat uncertain for that reason. And he said that we have a perfectly good bed and that he won’t use a hospital bed.

That’s what he used to say. It was his agreement to give a hospital bed a try which has inaugurated these strenuous efforts on the part of the hospital to get him home. Sinking of heart.


On the other hand, it was a very good day for knitting. I started the heel flap of the second Whiskey Barrel sock. I’m going to need to wind the second 100 gram ball of yarn pretty soon now – that really feels like progress.

And I finished Chart D of the Uncia. I am impressed with the speed with which you have reached Chart A, Shandy. If it’s any comfort, I think A is the most difficult of the ones I have so far surmounted. But I agree with you, that the problem is, one expects to be able to anticipate YO’s and cable crossings, as in one’s previous experience of lace and cable knitting, and, on the whole, it’s not happening.

I have about 150 rows to go. That sounds like a lot. That is a lot. But it occurred to me in the night – a good time for thinking – that five rows a day will polish it off in a month, so that’s my goal.

Sharon, you’re right not to start the Haps Book with the Uncia. I had a reason to do so, eventually to be revealed. But I didn’t expect it to be as difficult as this. (Now that you’ve got a television, Sharon, you can watch the presidential debate. That’s going to be worthwhile, whatever; and my husband won’t be home yet, surely, so I can wrap myself in my dressing gown and watch, whenever.)

Later on yesterday, I did another edging point on the hap shawl while watching the end of the first episode of “Victoria”. Much better knitting-television than "National Treasure". I think I’ll persevere with it.

AND the morning mail brought me the latest issue of Amirisu. It was an indulgence (=expensive). It’s wonderful. I am particularly taken with a sleeveless vest which has a diagonal zipper, like a biking jacket. Now if only Franklin would come to the EYF and teach his zipper class…

(The class list will be up in a week or two, with registration a week later. Oh, the excitement!) 


  1. Oh dear, so it is not just you getting the run-around. Has nobody managed to make him understand that the hospital bed is less for his comfort than for the safety of the brave folk who have to move him around. I still remember the compliments of the midwife who was planning for a home delivery with number three - she said marital beds had been the destroyers of her back.

    1. =Tamar6:30 PM

      Presumably the bed has arrived now. The modern ones I've seen are much better than the old style. Strathardie tomorrow, right?

  2. Can you tell him that if he wont use the hospital bed, you cannot have him home, as the carers wont be able to safely use the bed you already have?

  3. I turn to the sons to persuade my husband when he objects to any such necessary aids. But they aren't always around. Such is life. Carry on knitting!

  4. Anonymous2:46 PM

    I keep forgetting that Whiskey Barrel is the color of the socks, not the pattern! As a pattern, it sounds interesting, although rather bulgy in the middle.

  5. Then he can't come home; end of story. I sympathize with feeling that he lacks control, but some things are not to be to our liking.

  6. I refuse to watch the 'event' on TV!! As a Canadian, I don't vote but my heart has always been with Hillary. But, I'd rather watch anything else, with my knitting in hand of course.
    And you tell that 'Old Boot' that he comes home with a hospital bed or he stays there in a hospital bed, he doesn't get a choice. He's bullying you. Don't you dare accept it.