Do soldiers wear uniforms?
May. 10th, 2020 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

The doorbell rang this morning. I let my mother get it, because I knew who it would be. I was expecting her to come back pleased, but instead she was perplexed.
"Some woman just left a big bunch of flowers and chocolates on the doormat," she said. "She was getting back in her van when I opened the door and she waved and said, 'Happy Mothers' Day!' Why would she give me flowers for Mothers' Day?"
I said, "Perhaps she was a florist bringing flowers from one of your children?"
"I only have one child... Oh, you mean they're from you," said my mother, eating one of her chocolates. "That makes more sense than a stranger bringing me flowers."
Yes, it does. I don't know why she didn't think of it in the first place.
In the small moments that constitute excitement in lockdown: my printer started giving me its "low toner" message this week. I had to set up an online account with a local stationery shop to get some more, and I took the opportunity to stock up on other stationery that was getting down: a ream of paper, some cardboard document wallets, a new red pen and... a packet of pastel highlighters. The highlighters weren't entirely necessary, but they are very pretty. In the delivery options box, I wrote that they could call me when it was ready and I'd come to collect. They rang me within five minutes. So I had a brief and unexpected outing that afternoon.
Also this week: finally, finally, my yacon tubers were ready to dig up. Six months they've taken, and I pulled up four large tubers plus eight of the small secondary tubers for planting again. I'm quite pleased with that for a first attempt. I've eaten one of them so far: half as raw, just to find out what it was like (which was: odd — pleasant, but odd, looking like a potato but eating like an apple), and half roasted like a potato.
Weekly knitting photo: Well into the fifth stripe. Despite seeing the pattern and the balls of wool, I didn't realise quite how pink this was going to be. It will be the pinkest thing I own. I myself am quite pink, so I don't wear a lot of it.
