It has been a grey, wet day. We’ve been needing the wet – February was most unusually dry. But such weather doesn’t tempt me to even think of trying to get out. My hip is undoubtedly deteriorating. I’m not altogether sure I could get across the road to the garden, even on a fine day.
But I can knit. I have proceeded without incident attaching
edging to the Shetland shawl. The first corner draws closer.
I saw Helen briefly this morning. I had conceived the
idea that if we could come to some decision about how to deal with the Things
in this house, it would be easier to think of how to deal with me, but she
thought that would be All Too Much and we will have to leave the house ticking
over for the time being. That is a strong reason for staying in it. It is
getting on for a century ago, when my husband’s father died and his widow moved
from a biggish house into a pleasant cottage nearby, in rural Sussex. She put a
lot of furniture into store. She died without a will, in the early ‘50s. My
husband took the things in store, his sister, who had been living with their
mother and looking after her, the cottage and its contents.
A lot of what was in store is big, brown furniture, all still with us. But
some of it is more interesting – a Japanese clock here, a painted cabinet
there. And there are books of some interest from the 1920’s. And the pictures my
husband bought with a good eye over a long life. Are we to pack it all off to
an auctioneer? My four children must
decide. I hope somebody will keep something, but they may not be able to afford
to.
How fortunate we are in technology. My email won’t
change wherever I go. We can still get together with Zoom. And I can take all
the books I will ever want to read along in my iPad.
Wordle: My starters gave me a green and three browns.
Oh, dear. I don’t like anagrams. But I
thought of a qualifying word quite soon. It’s not one that trips off the tongue
very often. I typed it in not expecting much – but it was right. So, three for
me. That was early in the morning. I thought maybe the slight oddity of the word
would mean the others would struggle for longer, and I was encouraged in that
thought when the next post, a four, came in from Thomas. But no – there were
lots of threes, including the Americans, father and son. And Mark blew us all
out of the water with a two. Alexander scored four like his son Thomas. That
was some comfort.