Dreary

That was today, dreary.  It was dark and overcast all day and, along about 1:00pm, it started to rain and it hasn't stopped yet.  Ugh.  The rain is predicted to turn to snow overnight, sticking to the grass but melting on the streets even though it's supposed to be below freezing.  Double ugh.

When you can't gather at the taproom with knitting friends on Sunday afternoons, you do the responsible next best thing, and buy some gift cards online to use when life gets back to normal.




Yesterday afternoon I used some newspaper to fill in that hole behind the brick facade.  The idea was to see if anything pushed or pulled it out.  I was afraid that something had decided to use the space as a den but evidently not because, as you can see, the newspaper was in place this morning.  I'll leave it there until it gets warm enough for the patch cement to cure.

Moasaik Mitt number two is coming along.  I got the first design panel done this afternoon and started on the plain rows for the side of the mitt.  Six more rows and then another design panel, then pick up stitches for the cuff and the top edge.  Then I'll have a pair of mitts.  Then I can think about whether to pick up stitches and knit thumbs.  I like thumbs so I'm thinking that's a yeah.




19 March--Barbara Malcolm, Three Cheers for Murder. 

Marlene stood at the door of Kitty’s Korner in the early morning light waving goodbye to Lt. Graybow.  She waited as his car rounded the corner and then turned, locked the door, and went slowly back to her apartment over the store.  A satisfied smile turned up the corners of her mouth.  She took a shower, brushed her teeth, and stood at the mirror applying makeup and styling her hair.  These last two operations took a bit of concentration as Marlene wasn’t completely comfortable with these relatively new rituals of grooming.  Within the last two weeks Marlene had acquired a completely new wardrobe, had her hair cut and restyled to flatter her face, and purchased and learned to apply a dizzying array of eye shadows and other feminine paraphernalia.  The change in her appearance was amazing.  The change in her demeanor was equally unbelievable.  She stood straighter, looked people in the eye, and actually had begun to express opinions.  Maybe it was the romance with Len.  Len.  That was a fortunate meeting, Marlene thought.  Len wasn’t movie star material, but he was a nice man who seemed to really like her the way she was.  He was so easy to talk to and seemed to understand her unhappy past.  She hummed a bit to herself as she moved to her bedroom, made the rumpled bed, and got dressed for the day in one of her new outfits.  Shouldn’t have waited so long to change, she thought.

How're you doing social distancing?  I hit the grocery store again today laying in frozen veggies and diced tomatoes plus a few other necessaries.  I think with today's trip I'm good for about a month.  The thought that I won't go to the store for a month makes me kind of crazy feeling already but I don't want to get sick and don't want to carry the virus to anyone else.  Guess I need to learn to Skype or use the Facebook video thingy.
--Barbara