Good enough for gummint work and other thoughts

I finally got around to some sock darning and even found a scrap of matching yarn to do it with.  Just a workaday darn, nothing fancy today.

As they say, gefgw 

And now they're in action again 

The darn is under the foot, so you don't see it in use 

I finally made the red lentil flatbread for lunch with sardines in olive oil. 

This worked better than doing it yesterday as originally planned, because I soaked the lentils overnight, one part lentils to two parts water.  This causes it to ferment and work better.

Then I blended it all, using the soaking water, to a creamy consistency, pinch of pink salt. I used olive oil from the sardines to cook it, and it was fine. 

You need several minutes per side, a bit longer than pancakes. 

Today I'm awaiting some handy workaround tools to use when Hippolyta, the hip formerly known as Helen, is in place, including a hopeful request on Freecycle. I probably need to practice using everything.

Tomorrow I hope to have a date of surgery to plan on.

Happy day, if possible!

The week caught up to me

Saturday was about being tired enough to fall asleep over reading, darning and sewing.

The sock is becoming more darn than sock

And the pink jacket is getting its rust colored binding 

I've been hearing intermittent squealing noises, wondered if it was hearing aids Ruth and Laura, but found it was Gary using an electric auger to plant his bed of tulips!

As you see, measured out with precision..

Food today was fast, no available energy, lunch roast sweet potato cubes with umami seasoning and olive oil and a fried egg,  strawberries and chocolate cherries for dessert. Supper a tuna melt with mozzarella. 

Speaking of food, Gary brought over some spicy Indian rice dish he'd been given by a neighbor. He hates to hurt their feelings, though he can't get on with spicy food, accepts it, and passes it on to me.  He's more of a chocolate cake person. 

I did a lot of resting, after I watered plants upstairs and down, and noted tiny buds starting on the flowering cactus, obliging little plant.

I did find a happy taker for the jacket, too, so there's that.

That's all, folks. Happy day everyone, rest if necessary or unavoidable.

Scarves, socks, supplies and soup

Today I finished the scarf, and here it is.

Now I'm planning the next. That was a good piece of learning. And today, using Joanne's family darning mushroom, I repaired my  sock, which had developed a hole around  the toe

Fairly wobbly darn, which became invisible when I put the sock on.

Meanwhile, since the weaving isn't portable, I started a new pair of socks for the Ministry, so as to have something to bring to the knitting group.

Then I had to sort out yarn, to find washable wool for the next ministry scarf. 

This looks like a good supply, but, reading heaps left to right

In the box are miscellaneous small unlabeled amounts which I can't use for ministry knitting, don't know if they are machine washable.

Next cotton remnants, socks okay, maybe another pair, scarves no, not warm enough.

Next a small supply of super wash, which can be socks or scarves, good. Next definitely not, hand wash, dry flat is for my use only, can't expect anyone else to do it.

And that's about it. As you see, I'm eking out the black yarn in stripes because I have a good supply of the (terminally boring) grey, but not much black.

So that's where we are.  Next parcel to Sister M. will be the scarf, which to my surprise, is nice enough to give, and two pairs of socks.

Yesterday I also finished

And recommend it as a well written, passionate auto, written with a ghost, they all are, but with a genuineness about it and great narrative ability. I've heard part of the audiobook version read by him, and his narratives talent really shines.

It's sad to read his struggles, despite the seemingly golden good fortune of birth and wealth, quite a bit of which is illusory.  The endless pursuit by the gutter press which printed literally thousands of slanderous articles and hundreds of books, none with permission, from the moment his mother died, when he was 12, is stunning.  

Then on to the savage press coverage of his biracial son's birth, with images and descriptions that I wouldn't repeat, so vile.  The scurrilous articles about Meghan can't be repeated here.

And his father cancelling his sll important security detail, while another source leaked his location, it's all so House of Cards, it's stunning.  

In the 24 hours after the news broke that he but not Meghan would attend the coronation, one single newspaper rushed out over 30 articles attacking her. One paper. 24 hours.  This is on top of six years of non-stop spying and hundreds of unauthorized books , thousands of unauthorized articles.

I think one Netflix show, one Winfrey interview and one book, are a very mild and courteous response on his part. He doesn't criticize his relatives, just relates his puzzlement over their actions and words. He criticizes the media. 

I'm glad he not only has established safety in the US but has made the press and the family who colludes with them, grasp they've taken on the wrong people. 

He's probably the most capable and intelligent of his family,  and has a great partnership with a strong woman. That's the good part. It's a long but readable book.

Here's the immediate supply

by the stove, left olive, right avocado. You can see color differences. 

The main supply is kept in a cooler place, behind a closed cabinet door, light not being very good for oil. They come in dark glass bottles, too.

While we're in the kitchen, here's lunch

Red lentil flatbread with cream of butternut squash, carrot and sweet potato soup. 

The garnish is lemon balm, which I think is in the mint family. It grows to world domination, but is a great lemon flavor for all kinds of food, such as lemon chicken, lemonade, any place you want the flavor of lemons.

Happy day everyone, enjoy your weaving, whatever form it takes!