Another May day. I sat out on the step again. Saturday foot traffic is different from a weekday, and more abundant. No professional dog=walkers. Lots of family groups. Joggers, about as before.

 

What is it like if you live in California? Is May just like any other month?

 

Today’s excitement was a trip to the Ocean Centre in Leith for another Covid jag. Helen’s husband David, newly arrived from Thessaloniki,  drove me. I had tried, in vain, to get the appointment transferred to somewhere more convenient. All went well. We got back in plenty of time for me to have a nap, but I sat in the kitchen for a while to catch my breath and then it was too late. I’ll go to bed even earlier than usual and hope to be ready for the excitements of Sunday.

 

So, not much knitting. I got two long rows done, on the borders of the current shawl. Better than nothing. I decided that my difficulties are not entirely due to old age and brain fog. An easy-looking lace pattern with widely-spaced motifs demands a lot of counting and much attention, when you finally arrive at the next motif, to ensure that it lines up properly with what came before. Mental-process-wise, much the same is demanded for Fair Isle knitting, but it’s much easier to see the colours in the last row and there will rarely be many stitches to count.

 

Wordle: We were all threes and fours today – four for me. WordleBot didn’t really need to point out to me that since my second starter-word contributed nothing, I could perfectly well have gone from the first one to my line-three guess. Which was wrong, of course, but, according to WordleBot, left only one possibility, if only I could think of it. Mark, Ketki, Thomas, and Roger were my fellow fours, making a narrow majority. Three for everyone else.