So, the cleaning got done but not the windows or the curtains. I had to take the wet clothes to the local laundramat to use the dryers. Not really a big deal. They're not busy on a late Sat. afternoon and it only took about an hour and five dollars worth of quarters. We had some sandwiches for dinner and called it good.
Today, Pk and I went to the grocery store and foraged for food. He is in the garage using a lathe to make a handle for something. I have been working on my lace. It's knit in two parts. I am finishing up the first (of four) repeats for the middle and then I'll put that on waste, or maybe a needle since it will be grafted to the other side. I tried to stretch it out a bit to get an idea of what it'll look like and it's nice. These colors are true but you can't see the bits of purple that run through it. It's a merino/silk blend and it's light as a feather. It's the North Sea Shawl from Folk Shawls by Cheryl Oberle. I think I'd like to make all of them in the book. Some are just wonderfully comforting looking and some are spectacular.
We are having some summer-like weather. It was so warm last night that all I did was sweat. Pk went out to the garage and found a fan and that made it bearable. It's not humid but we aren't acclimated to this warmth. This past week we were still getting frost overnight. I haven't even gotten the summer clothes out of storage yet. That will be next week's chore. It feels nice to run around in bare feet with shorts on,though. I had to give myself a pedicure yesterday so I'm not ashamed to put on flip flops. And I have to find some short sleeved shirts to wear to work this week. It won't last. The cooler spring weather will be back and summer will have to wait it's turn.
National Poetry Month is almost over. And this past week was ANZAC Day. Bells shared a favorite memorial type poem/song and I want to share mine. We often hear this in May when we celebrate Memorial Day but it's just as appropriate now.
In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead.
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I hope you're enjoying the rest of the weekend.
9 comments:
PK is SUCH a handy man! Imagine how expensive all this repair stuff would be if you had to hire a professional? You ARE lucky!
Too bad you don't have a clothes line. You could have saved five dollars in quarters and spent the hour at home.
Hope your warm spell isn't too oppressive. "Sommer is icumen in, sing coo coo!"
Oh I hate getting stuck in traffic jams - hope you can knit in the car!
Your lace is looking fabulous - I agree, that book has a lot of wonderful patterns (lots of garter stitch too, mmmm)
I love that poem too.
What lovely lace! I'd say you made up for yesterday's plans gone somewhat awry.
Isn't this weather weird? I can't believe how quickly we went from sleeping all bundled up to sweating instead of sleeping!
I like that poem too. I first encountered it in the Anne of Green Gables series. I'm still upset Walter died.
Hurray for PK and a stove that works!
Glad to hear you did not encounter any sock gnomes at the laundromat.
The lace is coming well. It should be quite lovely when finished.
I loive this poem - thank you for sharing. Here we are suddenly falling into winter - and there you are - summery and balmy - sigh!
Love the lace - how gorgeous is that!
Wow, so many parts to replace. I think you should get compensation from the electricity company for all that!
Beautiful lace!! Oh it's lovely.
What beautiful colors in that lace. I feel lucky to live out in Nowhere Land so I rarely encounter traffic jams.
We get close lightning strikes, though. Several years ago during a thunderstorm, we woke up and smelled a burning electric smell, and tried to find it in the dark. In the morning we found the lightning had overwhelmed our computer's surge protector and fried our old dot-matrix printer.
There was a little burn mark, like a cigarette burn, between the computer case and the metal desk side next to it, where electricity had arced.
Fortunately the surge protector had a guarantee, and they paid for a new surge protector and some kind of damage payment for the CPU & printer.
Urgh... I ho pe you had a plain sock for the traffic--it's about all that keeps me sane! The lace is glorious--and the poem is lovely.
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