Misfits, Haptic and Hue

I listen to several podcasts regularly, some because they're accurate news reporting, in the absence of balanced mass media coverage, some for other reasons. 

One textile-related one is the great Haptic and Hue, created by Jo Andrews, a weaver and textile historian, a monthly event you can follow anywhere you find your podcasts. I use Spotify again, now that they've stopped running ICE job ads.

Today's episode is a moving account of textile scraps used to identify foundling babies in the eighteenth century. 

The illustration is the general purpose one, not specific to this month's episode. 

And it's Misfits day, rainy, not fun for the driver, Jeff.

Here he is, a bit wet, unloading cheerfully. I notice the van is scraped and dented all along this side, maybe a casualty of icy weather. 

There was a great price on strawberries so I stocked up, one for the fridge for smoothies and sauce, note the sugar there, that's why, two for the freezer, maybe frozen dessert, who knows.

Cans to share with the food pantry, I have a heavy bag to take in, must get onto it, Bananaz for breakfasts and smoothies. 

Flour, finally, so I can bake bread, no whole wheat available but I have some to mix in, and I'm planning on baguettes, from Baking on a Budget. 

Yogurt, my staple, with fruit, blueberries or strawberries, no other veggies because I have various greens in the freezer.

I'm well stocked now. I'm planning on red lentil tofu, already have supplies, including the soy sauce and ketchup I got recently. 

And I have rice, which I keep forgetting to use. With tofu cubes and green vegetables, and a sauce, that's an easy meal or two. Next week there will be shrimp and tuna. I seem to have lost my taste for chicken just now but there's plenty of protein in my plans.

This afternoon is about listening to rain and reading 

Which I've been awaiting for ages, an epistolary novel by an old woman corresponding with various people. 

That's about all I know of it, except that I like the epistolary, letter,  form a lot, love reading between the lines. 

My favorite part of Sayers' Busman's Honeymoon is the opening chapter of letters, full of different perceptions of Harriet and Peter's wedding.

I have high hopes for this first novel which made a hit.

Speaking of hits, Ursula (means little bear) one of the upstairs bears, with Pink Rabbit, found out about Pony. Nothing would satisfy her but to have a ride. 

Pony's a nice character and was quite happy to meet someone smaller, because she's feeling a bit towered over by the downstairs bears.

So the result was a ride. And maybe a permanent home with Ted, Big Ursy and Pony, sporting pussy hats 

On a serious note, here's an explainer about why many women prefer the bear. In real life.

Happy day everyone, speak up! 

Still there, still fighting