Putting to good use

Today’s edges are just a little tinged with sadness memories. When Suzie was still with us, she loved to chase Frisbee. We would buy Frisbees for her by the dozen as they either took flight into the sea, were lost in the barley next door, or simply wore out. When she died, we had a few unused Frisbees remaining. Nell does balls, not Frisbees. When a call came out from a local animal charity for Tombola prizes, it was quite obvious to me what to do with the unused dog toys. They are due for collection today and I have added to them, with two large cat travel boxes, no longer needed now that we have only one cat and not three.

Frisbees waiting their turn to play
Frisbees waiting their turn to play

So today I am looking at these items and recalling mad playtimes and insane journeys, house moves and cat traumas. Feeling sort of sad and joyful at the same time. We all had a good life together and the house feels all but empty now, with only Nell and Ted for company. Not that there is any “only” about either one of them! Both have full-on characters and both are very demanding. Bless them. *sigh*

Suzie with Frisbee at Glenshee - a rest stop on one of our insane house-hunting trips
Suzie with Frisbee at Glenshee – a rest stop on one of our insane house-hunting trips

Ted’s bladder issues seem to be resolving at last – I no longer seem to spend every five minutes drying out his litter tray. Hurrah. If the weather plays ball and we can get to the vet later this week, I am hoping he gets a clean bill of health and no further need to return.

On the knitting front – the new yarn was dispatched yesterday.  I think it will be OK, time-wise – Warriston turned from an amorphous brown blob into something resembling an actual sweater last night. I have 9 of 16 decrease rounds completed and should reach the cowl neck this evening, all being well. I shall be  happy enough if I can cast the neck off by the time that the new yarn comes and will be OK with stashing the sweater away before finishing it. It will need the  underarm gussets fashioning and the pockets sewing up, plus a few ends to sew in (though I am joining the yarn as I go, using a Russian Join, spit-felted for double security) – those tasks can wait until the Bloke Sweater has been given.

I was a little disappointed in Mr L’s choice of pattern as I was hoping to knit some nice cables.  Alice Starmore’s Na Craga would have been my favoured option. In short, I find myself ready for some knitting complexity. Sir Lancelot is only mildly engaging. A plan is forming – I need lace in my life. Do not let me start something new!  If you see signs of yarn or pattern lust and itchy new-project fingers at work – shout at me. I need to take something from the UFO pile and I feel at this stage that might be Lisianthus, which makes no sense at all as it scarcely counts as a UFO and is in fact barely begun and could easily be frogged and abandoned yet. I would be better completing my Windswept shawl, that Pi blanket that has been waiting forever for me to decide how to edge it or even the ill-fated Evenstar (Rav  project notes idiotically deleted and irrecoverable!) – none of which meet the itch in my fingers to be working with something very fine. I could return to some doily-knitting but the yellow doily is in need of a couple of inches of complex de-knitting and Hannelore is not speaking my language right now.

Yes, it is Lisianthus calling my name out loud but I hope to resist and to complete Windswept as the more sensible Show-ready course of action. Lisianthus is a large task and knowing me and my habits, will not be done in one single stint of work. I’ll get bored and want to do something new and more exciting… as always. Familiarity breeds contempt – how could anything be prettier or more exciting than one of Romi’s shawls? I should get a grip.

I have a chicken and bacon pie in preparation for lunch. It is smelling gorgeous as the filling cools ready for its pastry lid. We bought one of those huge bargain packs of bacon mis-shapes from the local shop last Friday. So far it has provided amply-filled Bacon butties for brunch on Friday plus a topping for a couple of Pizzas on Sunday. This pie will see the end of the bacon, married to one small chicken breast from the freezer. A useful £1.95’s worth all-told. I was going to hold some bacon back for a pea soup but decided in the end that I was being too niggardly and also risking food poisoning by over-stretching the pack’s life. Yes, I could freeze, but I dislike the taste of bacon that has been frozen.

Tomorrow being a Fast Day, I hope to report on some exciting culinary experience involving a cabbage. Don’t all rush at once.

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Bare Naked

Bare Naked

We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

2 Comments

  1. November 24, 2015
    Reply

    Hi Beth – a blast from the past here – we corresponded quite a few years ago and exchanged stamps and stamped images – you borrowed some lovely art deco/arts and crafts stamps from me, something reminded me of you today so I looked you up – lovely to have found you. Rachel

    • December 6, 2015
      Reply

      I remember your kindness and generosity very well, Rachel. It is good to see you again

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