Quiet Saturday, more or less

Aside from an unexpected lovely visit from Gary and friend, who might be donating puzzles to the library now that she knows they lend them, Saturday has been quiet. I was up before dawn, and knitting the second sock 

And I got the hang of the lucet 

It's meditative and I only stopped when ny hands got tired. It's a lovely tool to handle. 

And these items have been claimed on Freecycle 

I walked early, and it was an April day -- warm sun, cold wind. I was glad of my warm jacket though it looked so springlike from indoors.

As a result of this early morning activity, there was some sleeping after lunch. I woke up wondering what day it was, so I guess I was definitely sleeping when I thought I was resting my eyes. My plans to do some filling of pots with soil ready for planting went nowhere. 

I'm continuing reading the old age book, Elderhood, which continues to make a lot of sense. I have one small objection, that she tends to make her points repeatedly. I get it, I got it the last eight times, too. But it's still a good point. No, no, don't run it by me again. 

I often have this objection to nonfiction books, that they're determined to be book length, even if they'd be better as a good long article. But a book is better for sales, I suppose.

Happy day, everyone, a quiet day with not much happening at home is good, especially in contrast to what's in the news. 

I did fire off requests to my senators, of various kinds, including pursuing Bondi's subpoena, refusing the outlandish budget ask, passing the Farmworkers Protection Bill, and continuing to push the War Powers Bill. After that they can take the rest of the day off.

Also 

Misfits, bookmaking and houseguests

Thursday was more eventful than expected so what else is new, involving many Gary sightings ranging from taste this turkey is it safe(!) to bringing in a heavy glass table, two man job, neighbor from across the street recruited, for safety while the moving upheaval next door is in progress,

large plant likewise

Then there was a consultation about a couple of other plants he wants to put outside and I persuaded him that from a shady indoors to full sun might be a bit sudden. So he'll set them under an umbrella.

Misfits was a late afternoon delivery so, since my hands were tired from knitting, I adapted that little art catalog nobody wanted on Freecycle, and created a single signature notebook.

 

That bookmaking book is the best I ever found, with everything you need to know to make all kinds of bindings. I've done practically every kind she shows. This simple one is a favorite though. And there are two internal pages from the catalog which might make another couple. Knitting friends might need these.

Then drumroll, Misfits and Haleem arrived. While I was bringing the food in, the UPS truck arrived with two large packs of potting soil. The step was a bit crowded.

Small selection this week because I'm pretty stocked up. Two bags of sugar while they had them in stock, two loaves likewise, not my favorite but okay. 

A whole raft of blueberries at a great price because they were caught by hail and knocked around. They look fine to me but the supermarket wouldn't accept them. They'd have been plowed under if Misfits hadn't bought them. So I have three packs in the freezer for all kinds of uses including sauce. 

Two bags of ground coffee because they don't always have it, and it's become a morning need because of the state of the world,  lovely green salad for the season, Envy apples, Bananaz needing a day or two, block o' cheddar because it's my security food. 

The pasta I made from the Yeung Man recipe needed a lot more sauce. I've since added a mozzarella sauce and now it's fine. Just as well, since I'll be eating it for days yet.  Along with the green salad.

Then, before I sorted the food,  Gary helped me heave the potting soil into the storage area, removing a large package of his which has been there for years, no idea what's in it. 

We had our annual argument about why I buy small bags of potting soil I can handle instead of saving money by waiting for him to, eventually, get a huge bag I can help myself to, etc. 

In the middle of all this the mailman arrived, with 

Both together, yay. The reveal 

The lucet and the rigid heddle. From artisans, who need our business more than ever.  Lucet from Pennsylvania, heddle from Minnesota. 

That's almost enough for what was supposed to be a low-key kind of day. Good thing I started the day with back exercises from Yes2next.

Happy day everyone, I did all the things so you don't have to.