Block stitching

First – George’s follow up appointment yesterday morning went fine. As  Clint put it – the tea strainer over the eye look isn’t a particularly good one for anyone. Following that- he appeared to be an older dude trying to look cool with wrap around sun shades. He now has excellent distance vision in both eyes which presents a small issue when trying read messages on his phone. This could easily be solved with readers…

The only other challenge of the morning was the fact that I forgot to grab my phone on the way out the door. No phone – no app – no coffee. Nor did George have a way to call me when he was done. I don’t see the point in paying for parking for short visits so I normally drop him off, then hang out in the car with knitting a few blocks a way and come back when he’s done.  We managed.

This is how far I managed on Ms Pink Mushroom. Now, I think she might be a bit misnamed since she mostly seems to be various oranges (and the Ms Forest Mushroom seems to be pink – but anyway). There are huge blocks of color..

This puts me at 28% with huge chunks of color which just might explain managing all those stitches in less than 2 days.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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