Monthly Archives: August 2021

son of plant-killer?

Irrepressible as ever and incorrigibly growing anywhere

Here were are, almost at the end of August again. Life continues to be a mix of good news and bad. I’ll be back at the office tomorrow, with my moon boot. I anticipate that’s going to be tiring but considerably less painful than being without it. Wearing the moon boot will be situation normal for another couple of weeks.

YoungB is about to have a week’s holiday. He’s leaving a job where he worked for only a few months. Despite the prospect of permanency offered by that employer, he’s moving to another contract position that’s more customer-facing, as today’s jargon has it. I (and others of my generation) might say he’ll have face-to-face interaction with the people he’ll be recruiting to clinical trials. Either way, it is more the sort of work that plays to his good looks and charm, aka emotional intelligence. Ahem. He is also well qualified and with sufficient experience in the field, or he wouldn’t have been their top candidate. It will be challenging but more personally rewarding than the largely administrative position he’s just finished.

As a tribute to the strangeness of the world in which we live, and acknowledging that the company he’s leaving is one where teams and clients are all around the world, his farewell card was, in fact, a digitally-signed e-card. There was also a genuine, living, ficus plant, which he’s brought home and promised to do his best not to kill.

We have to hope it will be as hardy and irrepressible as the violets that pop up every year in the wilderness that’s our back garden.

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Posted by on August 29, 2021 in Health, Musing


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another dark blue patch

Indian-blue yarn at the edge, waiting

Back in May, I recorded a batch of consecutive temperatures that required the use of my Indian-blue yarn. We’ve recently had another such patch, and I can say truthfully that I’m happy I’ve been working from home rather than in the city. It’s been perishingly cold and the idea of being out in the weather, waiting for buses? Yeah, nah.

The photo shows a part of the blanket where temperatures were obviously much warmer. We’re promised a day during next week that’s going to need some of that marigold yarn. Then we’ll be back to the cooler colours for a bit.

I hope your colours are always what you want them to be, even if the temperatures might not be 🙂

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Posted by on August 28, 2021 in Crochet


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corner then crash

Another corner rounded, in my cooler colour palette

I whizzed around another corner of the temperature blanket and started working back along the row. The cooler colours work well together. Then I ran into some unexpected obstacles.

A friend who lives in a cold climate urgently needs some fingerless mitts. There are many patterns for such things, both knitted and crocheted. Some are in books, some are online, and many that are online also have YouTube instructions. Although my friend is herself an accomplished knitter, an ABI means that sometimes things take a little longer. I could whip up a pair for her over the weekend, and I could even make them in the colour she needs. That would be a stashbuster exercise; and I’m always looking for those. However, it would mean adding a project to my list and taking me away from my dedication to the temperature blanket.

Then, Shelley from Spincushions announced that she is running a Low Key Lock down Crochet Along. It’s a wondrous idea and I love her designs. I was mightily tempted by her last year’s lockdown CAL but resisted. I might have resisted this one, too, but for another of those unexpected obstacles: another baby on the way in the family. I see that I could combine participation in the LKLD CAL with making something for the newcomer and not feel too guilty. Also, I have reasonable lead time on that.

So, yes, oh dear, what am I to do?


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technically speaking

Sitting about because of injury means more crochet time

The technical term for my sore foot? It’s a fractured head of 5th metatarsal. That’s how sore it is! I’ve been on the receiving end of a fair bit of ribbing from all quarters. One colleague describe me as tough, for having been walking around for a couple of weeks with a broken bone. I said that, no, it was more a tribute to the ability of human nature to practise self-deception.

My reasoning went something like this. Is my foot sore? Yes. Is it as sore as when I fractured my ankle? No. Therefore, it’s probably not fractured. Can I walk on it? Yes; and that is a feature of this type of fracture, to be fair. YoungB had one a few years ago and he kept snowboarding for days before he had it seen to.

Is it responding to RICE? To R and E, yes; as most tings do. To I and C? No. This is not typical for a sprain, twist or strain, which you’d anticipate might improve with compression even if ice did little but cause more pain; as is often my experience. I am definitely a “go straight for the heatpack” sort of person.

Did I go to the GP? Eventually, yes. The lack of improvement coupled with increasing pain and discomfort persuaded me that this was an injury requiring medical attention and intervention. I am now getting about in a moon boot and continuing to work from home. Luckily, I have good managers who encouraged that. YoungB is giving me heaps at every opportunity. I, however, see the upside to needing help with all sorts of daily domestica 😀

Also, I can’t gallop about too much so I’ve had to sit around and, well, crochet! The temperature blanket is now approaching one-quarter done. The representative colours are getting cooler. I’m about to work the first of the periwinkle centres, which I’ve allocated to temperatures in the 3.0oC – 7.9oC range.

If you’ve had any mishaps that were more serious than your original assessment, I hope it means you’ve been able to find consolation in extra crafting time.

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Posted by on August 22, 2021 in Crochet, Health


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warmth you can feel

The rescued geranium also enjoyed the sun

Earlier today, I sat out in the backyard to crochet some more of the temperature blanket. The ambient temperature was bearable, and when I was out of the breeze, the sunshine on my back was palpably warm. The extra lumens were also useful aids to visibility and certainly helped me to see what I was doing. I enjoyed myself for at least a little while.

I have had a slow couple of weeks with regard to crochet, or any other sort of crafty endeavour. Work has been busy and will continue to be so for the next few months as new agreements go out, others come to an end, and continuing agreements hit peak reporting. It’s the nature of the job. Unsurprisingly, it has meant I’ve been utterly sapped of energy by day’s end. If I’ve sat in front of the TV with Dr B once or twice, I don’t remember it!

One night, I talked myself into working out from two powder blue centres I’d managed to make while commuting. I couldn’t wield a hook long enough to add either of them to the blanket. That’s what I was doing today. But I must report that today’s minimum was so low that it’s going to require an Indian blue centre! Clear, frosty nights precede clear, sunny days; like today. The sun is just far enough back to our side of the planet that you can actually feel its warmth.

I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.


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from the other bank

There was no danger of getting tangled in the reeds

We’ve spent many years cheering rowers from the southern side of the River Torrens, and watching the occasional boat find those reeds rather than clear water. This morning’s Winter Duathlon started from the northern bank. It took place on nearby running paths and roads closed to other traffic. The morning was chilly but bright.

YoungB has what many would describe as rower’s thighs. More kindly, you might say that his genetic makeup is such that he would be better suited to track cycling. His chunkiness was out of place among the svelte outlines of the other competitors. Unsurprisingly, those beefy thighs and his years of endurance and commuter cycling paid off on the ride leg.

Because he knows his limitations as a runner, today he competed in the short course duathlon: shorter distances for both run and ride legs. He didn’t do badly in the first run leg, but made up a lot of time and lifted his overall place significantly by zooming along once he hopped on his bike. He was slow transitioning onto the bike, although he transitioned off in good time. He looked tired at the end of the second run leg, heavy-footing it up the last rise to the finish line.

Tired or not, he came second in his course/gender/age category. That was a good result for his first competition and he knows what he needs to work on so that he can do even better next time. There we’ll be: same time, same place in about four weeks from now.

May all your transitions be as smooth and speedy as you could wish 🙂


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unexpected WFH

I stepped off a low step. I landed oddly and twisted my foot. I couldn’t walk. I had to work from home! I mean, I don’t type with my toes – whether for real or as a procrastination technique – so I could still work. I simply could not manage buses. Somewhat incautiously, I returned to the office after only two days at home. That proved not to be a particularly wise idea, but I made sure that I didn’t venture far at lunchtime, and there was someone to meet me when the homeward bus reached the interchange.

Although I didn’t do any more on the blanket during my couple of days at home, I made a few blanket centres during my morning commute. It’s progress, however small. Eventually all those centres get joined to their respective middles and added into the blanket and, before you know it, there’s another row done. I’ll soon have to order some more yarn, because some of the colours are – as you’d expect – getting a lot more use than others.

With regard to the pandemic, South Australia seems to be heading back to a situation with fewer restrictions, just as our eastern states friends are locking down. We’re still wearing masks and keeping our distance. However, today we supported a local eatery that was a COVID-19 hotspot but has now reopened. Most of the local Italian community was there, including presenters from the radio station where YoungB volunteers. They were doing a live broadcast. It was all systems go.

Tomorrow we’ll be out at a sporting event in which YoungB is competing. We’ll be back in sports photography mode. The camera bag is already packed. I doubt there’ll be many spectators, but the rules are masking up and maintaining distance, so that’s what we’ll be doing.

Whatever your current lockdown status, I hope you’re in good cheer.


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that “snap!” moment

Frequently keeping someone else’s head warm

It’s winter. Of course it’s cold. Of course it’s beanie weather. Of course I’ve been wearing a beanie. Of course it’s a made-by-me beanie, although not always the same one. Imagine my amusement recently when a friend sent the above image as a message. I immediately pulled out the beanie I happened to wearing that day, took a snap and sent it via return message.

Coincidentally, keeping my head warm that day

I made both of them. Yes, they look different because they are different. The yarn in the top beanie is a pure wool and alpaca blend, so it’s naturally a little fuzzier than the machine-washable pure wool in the bottom photo. It’s also a darker grey. Additionally, I don’t wear my beanie to bed. I’m told that that often happens to the top beanie.

Details, if anyone is interested: Pattern 18, Lady/Man Knitted Aran Cap from Patons Winter Warmers Book 483. Top beanie was knitted as per instructions but using Moda Vera Tolve, a 12 ply, 70% wool, 30% alpaca yarn. The bottom beanie was knitted with Bendigo Woollen Mlls 8 ply Classic yarn, to make a smaller beanie. It fits me nicely and I do wear it often.

Doesn’t it warm the cockles of your heart when the love just keeps going round?

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Posted by on August 1, 2021 in Knitting


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