A Kiss of Love
Aug. 21st, 2016 05:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyWhat I like about the Olympics are those moments when they have a wall of screens showing people paddling and running and fencing and playing volleyball. Or when they finish a race, then go straight to the action in the table tennis or the judo. Just the idea of all those people doing things in a relatively small area, and none of them me.
No knitting photo again this week. My cast on row from last week remains on the needle, untouched.
What have I done this week instead of knitting? First, I had a cold. Not a bad cold, but a lengthy one. I didn't have a sandpaper throat, for example, but I had a slightly dry throat for about four days. My nose hasn't been particularly blocked, but it's been sniffly for days on end. It's an irritating sort of illness.
Second, this week my decision to resign was made public. That's been quite draining. I feel a bit like the proverbial frog that can jump out of hot water water but doesn't notice cold water coming to a slow boil; I am good at identifying sudden onsets of the glooms, but this time they have been descending so gradually I didn't realise. It's only now I look around and find I'm shrouded in clouds. Anyway, my boss asked me to give it a week to really think about it, which I did and came to the same conclusion. So he sent the email out. It began with "I am deeply saddened" and ended with "she will be much missed". I was tempted to Reply All with "I'm not actually dead!"
After that, I received many kind emails. My favourite was from Doctor E, our very posh English doctor, aged 72. He is a leading light in his town's amateur dramatic society and he is lovely. He sent me the first verse of Byron's "She Walks In Beauty" with the subject line "I am distraught !" I will miss Doctor E.
Since there is no knitting photo this week, here is a selection from the garden. Spring is on the way. Colour! Grape hyacinths may be my favourite flowers. I have four sorts this year; the blue ones I've had for years, and some pale pink ones, and two others that haven't flowered yet. There are red puffy things, seen here alone, but they live in a pot with blue violas and pink lavender. From the kitchen window I can see a bed of cyclamens, white and red and three shades of pink. Lots of daffodils. Pale blue rosemary covered in bees, and next to that an acacia that will soon be covered in bright yellow. And out the front, tulips. This year I bought thirty tulip bulbs. I thought they were these red and white ones, but they have come up red and yellow. No matter. I have a mass of them and I could not be more pleased.
Years ago, I bought a lot of yellow tulips and three hot pink ones, with the idea of having a swathe of yellow with a pink spot. It would have looked magnificent. Only all the yellow ones bloomed and withered before the pink even grew heads. Hmph.
No knitting photo again this week. My cast on row from last week remains on the needle, untouched.
What have I done this week instead of knitting? First, I had a cold. Not a bad cold, but a lengthy one. I didn't have a sandpaper throat, for example, but I had a slightly dry throat for about four days. My nose hasn't been particularly blocked, but it's been sniffly for days on end. It's an irritating sort of illness.
Second, this week my decision to resign was made public. That's been quite draining. I feel a bit like the proverbial frog that can jump out of hot water water but doesn't notice cold water coming to a slow boil; I am good at identifying sudden onsets of the glooms, but this time they have been descending so gradually I didn't realise. It's only now I look around and find I'm shrouded in clouds. Anyway, my boss asked me to give it a week to really think about it, which I did and came to the same conclusion. So he sent the email out. It began with "I am deeply saddened" and ended with "she will be much missed". I was tempted to Reply All with "I'm not actually dead!"
After that, I received many kind emails. My favourite was from Doctor E, our very posh English doctor, aged 72. He is a leading light in his town's amateur dramatic society and he is lovely. He sent me the first verse of Byron's "She Walks In Beauty" with the subject line "I am distraught !" I will miss Doctor E.
Since there is no knitting photo this week, here is a selection from the garden. Spring is on the way. Colour! Grape hyacinths may be my favourite flowers. I have four sorts this year; the blue ones I've had for years, and some pale pink ones, and two others that haven't flowered yet. There are red puffy things, seen here alone, but they live in a pot with blue violas and pink lavender. From the kitchen window I can see a bed of cyclamens, white and red and three shades of pink. Lots of daffodils. Pale blue rosemary covered in bees, and next to that an acacia that will soon be covered in bright yellow. And out the front, tulips. This year I bought thirty tulip bulbs. I thought they were these red and white ones, but they have come up red and yellow. No matter. I have a mass of them and I could not be more pleased.
Years ago, I bought a lot of yellow tulips and three hot pink ones, with the idea of having a swathe of yellow with a pink spot. It would have looked magnificent. Only all the yellow ones bloomed and withered before the pink even grew heads. Hmph.