Dull, wet and gloomy changed into something quite pleasant-looking when it was too late in the day for any of us oldies to get out and enjoy it. I spent my time knitting when I wasn’t being bathed or otherwise attended to. I’ve reached round 18 of the Argyle vest.
It’s going briskly and pleasantly except in a couple of spots where I took my mental eyes off it for a moment. You’re right, Mary Lou, that I’m coming to understand the pattern better. The first step forward was when I grasped that left twists and right twists weren’t quite the same as decreases, and that therefore the golden rule didn’t apply: the stitch the needle enters first doesn’t necessarily wind up on top.
Arrangements continue to move forward towards my return to Drummond Place on Wednesday the 27th. I don’t know how the others feel: neither Helen nor I is fully convinced that I’m up to it. But if I have to come back here in Forever Mode, it would change the scene drastically. A future with no cat and no cooking.
Wordle: it was a bit tougher today. Mark was the star with the only three. Fives for Thomas and Ketki. Fours elsewhere, including me. We h have n’t heard from Roger yet.
I wonder if there is an intermediate type of living, like assisted living here in the US. Apartment with stove, perhaps the cat. Some over a continuum of living if you become unable to continue in the apartment. Regarding the twisted stitches, I think of them as little one over one cables.
ReplyDeleteYes, little one-over-one cables.
ReplyDelete"Round 18" sounds like a prize-fight!
It feels like Early Fall here - sunny but no need for A/C, and a little blanket at night.
Maybe you could ask while at still at Cramond if such a place as Mary Lou describes does exist in Edinburgh. Perhaps in the outer suburbs? Chloe
ReplyDeleteSheltered housing, it's called in the UK. But you have to be mobile and able to live independently for them to accept you.
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