All well, I guess.
The mosaicists have gone home happy. I haven’t been in there to look yet. The
step count is only 1684. Appalling. C. and I got once around the garden. I didn’t
feel up to a second circuit. I’ve ribbed on a bit on the Polliwog, not as much
as hoped, and am nearly – but not quite – ready to start the short-row shaping
for the back.
I’m pretty well
ready for tomorrow’s Italian. I need to do some more Dante, but I think I’m
ready to talk about Pirandello. The play (Six characters in search of an
author) is, at least in part, about the contrast between il vero and il
verosimile. That thought is easier to express in Italian. Maybe I’m making
progress.
But back here in
real life, I have given up and gone forth in search of easy-reading. I have lit
upon “The Appeal” by Janice Hallett -- recommended
to me by Amazon – and am enjoying it very much. So far, it’s a compendium of
messages, mostly emails, among various people. We know that there has been a
crime, and that these messages are being passed among lawyers. But we have no
idea who did what to whom. I’m finding it a lot of fun.
I am reading The Thursday Murder Club, based on a recommendation from someone here. I am enjoying it, and wondering about the developers I work with! I'm designing a baby blanket for self striping cotton yarn. Mindless and fun, although cotton, especially mercerized cotton, isn't my favorite to knit with, the colors are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThe Appeal sounds fascinating. Epistolary novels can be great fun.
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