Here's the sock done, not for me, bigger size for the Sock 'n Glove Ministry*, second one to follow
*New readers may not know about this. During lockdown I lost all my contacts with life. My activities shut down, couldn't visit friends, even the house cleaners couldn't come, and living alone without even pets, was tricky.
I joined various online activities including a centering silent prayer group, meditation, coming from the convent where I learned goldwork embroidery.
Through the convent newsletter I learned of the sisters' knitting and crochet ministry, part of an outreach by their county sheriff's department to homeless people.
It's a county funded project, where a van with paramedics, nurses, medications and supplies, goes out to care for street people. They also distribute handmade warm items.
I found that none of the sisters could knit socks so I asked if they would let me be an at-large member taking on the sock needs. Well, yes. Later I tried them also with fingerless gloves and they too were added in to my work.
That was five years and many socks and gloves ago. It's the only thing I knit and the people's needs make it a priority. I've been given lovely sock yarn, since buying is beyond my budget, machine washable always. Wool or cotton, I with it all.
So this has become an important part of my life and Sister Monica, my nunly contact, is lovely. For ages this was how I felt included in life and it really got me through that fearsome time, especially before the vaccine was developed.
Back to the everyday. I've been thinking about finding paper for a hat pattern, since I don't take a newspaper and Gary is away so I can't get a nyt from him. Cutting up for patterns is a good use for it, but, moving along, this political paper arrived in the mail.
I did a few of those small jobs you can get to because house cleaners have done the heavy lifting. Like cleaning the patio door tracks, which had debris in them from summer use and the door was getting hard to move.
Cleaning faucets. Getting between fridge and wall to sweep. Dusting underneath chairs to thwart spiders, poor ladies.
I also repotted the philodendron, and pinned the vines down in a couple of places to get roots going. I really like a curtain of foliage rather than fabric.
I walked a bit Monday, but my plans then to sit and read the Cazalets on the deck were quickly changed when swarms of mosquitoes arrived and bit me a lot. So tea on the deck became tea indoors. I can't complain after an almost bug free summer, never had so many undisturbed afternoons before.
I made a great discovery in the Living Human book, too. I've been meaning to remind Handsome Son to let the funeral people know about my titanium hip. I remember they needed to know Handsome Partner had a pacemaker -- they explode -- and I assumed they'd need to do something with Hippolyta.
Turns out they remove and recycle the metal, which is valuable, and is used in various equipment, including -- satellites! Just think, after my body is no more, you might see a satellite whizzing above you in the night sky and it might be Hippolyta! Be sure and wave. Boud, overdoing it as usual.
Tuesday is Heat pump installation day. Everything crossed it goes smoothly.
The general $$ pain was slightly relieved when my ANCHOR check, homeowners' rebate program, arrived. Well, most of it went right back out to pay my auto insurance, but it all helps.
And I think the heat pump people can do their job better than this "search" tool
I did find out, but not here.
In praise of Fall
Happy day everyone, you, too, can go to outer space! A bit late to take pictures, but you can't have everything.
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