Helen is safely
home. She has been teaching mosaic-making on Mount Pelion, and will be teaching
it again here in Edinburgh tomorrow and Tuesday. She popped in after getting
the studio set up for action, looking – not unsurprisingly – rather drawn. I
hope she’s tucked up in bed by now. Greece is two hours later than we are.
C. came this
morning. We didn’t walk, due to my feebleness. I have been busy arranging
various aspects of the last week of November, when my sister and her husband
and a friend will be here. The friend has had to be lodged elsewhere, alas. We
will all – including the friend’s temporary landlord – go out for a non-Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving on the Thursday of that week.
I knit a bit. I am
going to have to grit my teeth and face up to the fact that I can’t knit and
read while there is so much attention to be paid.
Wordle: I scored
my much-desired four. When C. was here this morning, she let slip the identity
of the final letter and I ought to be embarrassed to say that I was delighted.
I had it as a brown, and knew that it had to be in one of two positions. And
furthermore, while we’re talking about indiscretions, here’s one for you: my
third line was BATIK. It was a perfectly valid guess, although thoroughly
wrong. I was proud of myself for knowing (vaguely) what it meant, and I hope
the NYT was impressed. Four was today’s popular score: Ketki, Alexander,
Rachel, Thomas. Theo needed six. Nothing from Mark. One of the great things
about this little game is that almost everybody wins.
I discovered, completely by accident, that there is an "Ask Word Bot" on the page that shows your scores. It analyses the word choices you made. Rather fun.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I've ever managed to knit and read. Maybe audiobooks could work, but not if it's anything I'd have to pay attention to.
ReplyDeleteI got the latest vaccination, for the omicron variant. They threw in a flu shot, which hurt more than the omicron did; I didn't know you could get two at once.