Yesterday was bright sunshine, mild, great walking weather, complete with rabbit sightings
And at home,
L to r, Ursula, small but fierce, still pussyhatted, Fred Bear, warmly booted, and Pink Rabbit, clean, dry and here to stay.
Since I finished the socks, now parceled up with the gloves to go off to the street people to keep them warm, I need a new knitting project, mainly to have something to do at the knitting group. This is getting things a bit backward, but never mind.
So I wound up some lovely yarn given for my own use, I never divert the yarn donated for ministry knitting, and this is handwash, not suitable to give anyway
Update on the monstera plant: I noticed mysterious drips on the floor, but I hadn't watered it, consulted with Gary, who concluded that it wasn't water. Oil coming from somewhere on the pot.
He has theories about how it got there, thought I'd like to continue observing(!), but my main concern was to get the pot out of the house before it did any more mess to the floor. It's now back next door, on newspapers to absorb the oil and see if the pot's salvageable. He may end up putting the plant in a new pot.
Shortly after that I was conscripted to assist at yet another issue at his house, a reno that didn't make it. A light he'd installed in his clothes closet fell down and he needed to cut the power to fix it. My job was to shout from upstairs at the closet to him, downstairs at the breaker box, whether he'd cut the right circuit.
His house is full of projects in process, floors up, ducts open, plumbing issues. He comments on how lovely my house always seems to be, to which I answer that it's easy when you live alone, no visiting children, no pets, and you only fix what's broken! His life is much more complicated. And there are the cars, let's not get into the contrast there -- my one car every twenty years, his multiple cars and trucks for various purposes, all needing something all the time.
I wouldn't switch him as a neighbor for anything, though. Endlessly interesting.
I was listening to radio the other day, some dull stuff about the NY subway, and the traffic expert guy mentioned that the manufacturer of subway cars is Bombardier. He pronounced it Bombahdeeay to my surprise, but he's the expert. It made me wonder if I should revisit the British Grenahdeeays..
Happy day, everyone, and if you're feeling a bit besieged, remember

















