Yesterday was another beautiful day, eyes going along nicely, shoulder ticking over okay, so I ventured on
a return to the Sock Ministry. After a few rounds my shoulder was fizzing and whining, so I set it aside till later, the sock, not the shoulder, then later did a bit more, and today it seems okay.
So that seems to be a good way to proceed. After I finish this sock, I'll have two pairs to send off.
And since I had to stop knitting for a while, I did a bit of pruning. The cherry bushes which yielded nothing this year, are now tamed
And since the morning glories never budded, just developed massive foliage, that went too, ready for when I need to put out bird food on the shepherd's crook.
The cherry tomatoes are booming, very hopeful there, and the butterfly bush cluster is looking better and better, growing rapidly.
It will give food for birds since I won't deadhead it, and shade next year for The Great Me.
Bit more knitting today, maybe even risk a bit of cord making. With an endless background of audiobooks from The Number One Ladies Detective Agency. He must have been writing even in his sleep.
Today the NYT has finally crumbled and admitted that Biden and the Dems are doing well. You can see how it hurts, crying and screaming I shan't, no, it can't be true there has to be bad news somewhere, Dems in disarray and all that.
The NYT who wrote 38, count them, articles on Hillary's emails. And zero, count them, you can't, on her policies. I must admit to schadenfreude here. I'm usually more forgiving, but they are truly not an admirable bunch. And Dems are very much in array. Large helpings of crow on the NYT menu.
Happy day everyone, we're all in array. If there's a bit of disarray here and there, well, bear with us.
