Remembering and resting

Today for Veterans Day, we remember the troops lost in wars, in the hope of not repeating the tragedy.  I hope, but I doubt. Today though, my doubts are set aside in favor of honoring the dead, and hoping for a better future.

And I found this helpful reminder, to those who get today off work, that it's good to rest. We don't have to be "productive" every day.

Then I immediately pivot to this cool book I read yesterday, via 

lovely library Libby, after seeing it referenced by Debra in She Who Seeks. No, I'm not on her payroll, despite the times I refer you to her blog. Now that I think of it, maybe I should just have a word..

It's funny, and packed with info about bees, in a tiny package, appropriately enough.  Just one of those occasional fun reads a person stumbles on. Bees don't rest. Except drones, who do damn all.. 

Meanwhile today, despite my big talk about resting, I'm on the cusp of finishing the gloves then I'll send the Glove 'n Sock package off tomorrow, when the PO opens after the holiday. It's getting cold now, so it's high time.

Finally after 41 dry days and wildfires, we got rain yesterday. I opened the window to listen.  And the flock of juncoes, winter visitors, are pecking madly in the grass this morning, no doubt finding great snacks after the rain has loosened the surface.

Wives and Daughters is a terrific production, peak Beeb, and I'm thinking about Cranford next. I appear to be on an endless quest of costume drama, despite some of the actors, names redacted to protect the guilty, being my least favorite. 

All the honeynut cranberry bread is now distributed, so about eight people got a little something. And I got, bonus, bits of neighborhood news.  Not a bad ROI. 

Happy day everyone, rest if possible, enjoy your day. Which also happens to be Martinmas, ancient end of Halloween, and beginning of winter and harvest festival all in one. St Martin is the patron saint of wine and wine growing, not a bad patronage to have.

Veterans Day, a new Atkinson, timing goofs

 Thank you, veterans of any country reading here on Veterans' Day 2023. Those of us who have not served thank you for doing so.

And yesterday's knitting group was a comedy of errors. I had a few things to take care of at home before I left, did them, then looked at the kitchen clock, thought, heck I'm already late, but I'll go anyway. rushed out.

Got there, room closed, light off, I thought ah, I'm so late she's given up waiting, and gone back to work. So I went in search of her to check, and she said, um, you're half an hour early.. I had looked at the kitchen clocks, none of which I'd changed. Duh.

Anyway she opened the room, for me  to set down my knitting bag, and I  seized the chance of this extra time to look at the new book shelves. And found yay, a new Atkinson, a collection of short stories.

I've read a couple and it's vintage Atkinson, wry and funny and scary and riveting.

Happy day, everyone, I've now changed the clocks. Try to do better than I did! Speaking of which, I now realize I don't know where I carefully put the box of yarn and back strap loom parts for my skirt panels. If I ever find it in the safe place, where I was sure to find it,  maybe I don't need to worry about yarn supplies after all. Sigh. 

I might do better if I didn't keep sticking out a foot to trip myself.