Every evening I see them walking along our street. His wizen face bordered with lank hair peers out from under a nondescript ball cap. A blue plastic brace is on his right arm, so they walk along the left sidewalk. Her thinning, fly-away white curly locks frame a face without glasses. His wire-rims give him an owlish appearance as he guides her along. Right hand and arm carefully clasps and intertwines with his left as he helps her balance her on the sidewalk. He travels on the street while she is steadier on the curb, making their heads more close to level.
How many years do you suppose they have been taking their evening walk along our street? How long, how many seasons have they seen pass? Neither of them will see 80 again and might well be close to 90.
Guten Aben, we say as we pass, me hiking rapidly toward home while they make their slow, stately progress along the curve, heading downhill at the end toward home.
The Florenz turned up when I cleaned our room this weekend. After fussing around with the pattern for the top and the start of the foot- I changed to simple stripes going down the foot. I like the pattern, but my choice of yarn colours was not good, the texture gets completely lost in the colour changes. Ah well, I could frog, but am not going to. I will do the pattern again on the top of the other sock and call it a learning pair.
Books & Audio Books
Listening to Faye Kellerman’s A Garden of Eden which is a collection of short stories.
On the book shelf is MaryJanice Davidson- Undead and Uneasy. I also have the HP#7 and a few more pages in Hell Hath no Fury to finish.