It has been another beautiful day. I feel much sprightlier, but when C. came and we tried to walk, I found the left hip and leg too painful to allow much motion.

 

I am somewhat further forward with the first legwarmer, and grateful for your assurances that I don’t have to worry about the Calcutta Cup until next time (=the other leg), although I greatly appreciated your suggestion, Eileen, that I put one cup on each leg – 2021 and 2022 – and get the whole thing over with.

 

I’m having unexpected difficulty with knitting in colours on five needles. The bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes…Despite my fine collection of needles, I don’t have a circular of small enough dimension for this job. I sent for one, although small-dimension circulars tend to be awfully hard on the wrists. I normally let the yarn do the hard work, as I’ve often said. C. took this picture this morning of some socks I’ve knit in recent months and not disposed of:

 

The only socks I can remember where I did the hard work, were a pair of wedding socks for dear friends who got married latish in life, widow to widower. She was a French scholar and he a Byzantinist, and I remember confecting something with a fleur-de-lis and a Greek cross. She was a walker, too, so I hoped they would be useful. I remember that I knit them inside out, in the hopes that the floats thus forced around the outside, would not pull in too tightly. But I don’t remember having any particular trouble with yarn and needle-ends, and I’m sure I didn’t use a circular.

 

Wordle in five today. Alexander and best-friend Mark also each needed five; Ketki and her son Thomas were home in four. Helen (a non-Wordler) says this theme is getting boring, so perhaps I had better cut down on it. The world seems to be divided fairly evenly into Wordlers and non-Wordlers. Rachel has been having internet problems lately. She has been going in to work early so that she could do Wordle on her company computer before the day started. Today she wasn’t expected in at all, and wondered whether she could just go in and…. Fortunately BT turned up and she is now re-connected to the world. She got it in four.

 

I think this might have been a day when, in the past, I would have failed altogether. This time, after four guesses (one of them a foolish waste of time) I set myself to come up with a word, any word, which satisfied the available data. It took a while.

 

Do I want “280 Japanese Lace Stitches” published by Nihon Vogue last year? Now that I have allowed myself to drift away from VK and Interweave, I have no one to tell me about books. Gayle Roehm is involved in this one, so it couldn’t be entirely bad.