Post 539 Plants, Paintings and Patterns

My Zygocactuses, Schlumbergera truncata,  have burst into bloom this week. Hopefully the honey eaters will be spreading the seeds around. Known colloquially as Zygos in Australia, I understand these are called Christmas, Holiday or Thanksgiving Cactus in the northern hemisphere, for obvious reasons.

It was pretty quiet at the Guild on Wednesday, my first day as ‘hostess’. I took one phone call asking if the Guild ran Stumpwork classes, and helped one visitor find hoops to display her cross-stitching. Both are interested in membership and one at least, is likely to join. I handed the phone call over to the office manager, when the caller needed details. A lot of our time was spent talking about the breakdown of the Guild’s computer system. Fortunately a technician arrived with the hard drive restored to functionality (with a recommendation of replacement) so the back up, document restoration and financial reports could go ahead. A day of drama, if not much ‘hostessing’. 

I had taken a new flannel flower linen in a sitting hoop and my knitting. Since there was no audience of embroiderers, I stuck to my knitting, finishing 10 rows of pattern.

I had intended to follow the live stream of my UK cousin’s funeral at 7pm, but muddled my time. When I logged in at 7.30 it had finished. Fortunately the on-demand recording became available on Friday afternoon and I was able to watch.

I had my last Shingles vaccination on Thursday and also discussed at some length the nephrologist’s proposal that I take metformin to keep my blood sugar out of the pre-diabetes range. The GP, who has diabetes expertise, is not convinced the blood sugar reading is high enough to warrant medication, but we are going with it and have formulated a plan. If we can reach my weight goal, and blood sugar is under control, we will try withdrawing Metformin. We will monitor every 4 months with blood tests.  I went on to my Pilates class, where my instructor immediately swung behind the plan with changes to my program.

I am very happy with this, and began taking the medication the same day. As predicted, the Shingles shot gave me a sore arm, tiredness and mild aches. I had planned quite a few errands on Friday, but gave up after picking up some jewellery repairs and greengrocery. I did briefly examine a dress in TakingShape. It caught my eye online, but as I suspected, the style was very much not suited to my figure. It was, apparently, National Doughnut Day, and the shopping centre, in partnership with Dulwich Bakery,  was giving away 250 huge sprinkle doughnuts. The queue was out the door and along the footpath. I wasn’t even tempted. (Perhaps the metformin was working!). 

By the time I got home I was very tired so settled into reading Alice Robert’s Crypt. - and watched the funeral. My friend with pancreatic cancer managed to ring me to talk for a few minutes. She is in hospital, too ill to have visitors. 

It was a long weekend here for the King’s Birthday. Apart from dinner at Kilkenny, my plan was to spend it very quietly adjusting to metformin, keeping warm, reading, knitting and preparing my talk on Conversations with Baby Boomer Teachers for a U3A group in a fortnight. 

I finished Crypt around midday on Sunday. The near-useless black and white illustrations at the end of my Kindle version were by no means critical to my enjoyment, but very helpful when I checked them in colour on my iPad, I began to wonder whether I would  read more illustrated books electronically if the e-reader supported colour.. This led me to check where e-reader technology was up to, which spurred me to hang out the washing and head out to buy a Kobo Libra Colour. 

Since the shop was next to Bunnings, I of course also bought the replacement plants I was looking for, a lemon Zygo, 3 kalanchoe, a philodendron, lavender, nemesia, and a Wollemi pine. I have considered joining the conservation effort for the last since moving here, but was very uncertain about the chance of survival on an Adelaide balcony. I have not seen them for sale in Adelaide before. I figure if Bunnings is selling them in Adelaide there has to be a reasonable chance of growing them here. It is on my eastern balcony, where I can protect it from our hottest weather. 

All this reduced my knitting time and committed me to weekend   gardening.

It was overcast, but the rain held off on Monday when I planted on the eastern balcony, I was pleased with the result(left).

The western balcony needed more work today - emptying a few pots, repotting a couple and adding to others. It leaves me with a couple of empty pots to fill. I just got it finished and cleaned up before the rain set in (right).

Nick, the picture hanger, was meant to come at 2pm and I had parked my car in the street in case he couldn’t find a park. My ticket limit was 2.25. 

Unfortunately he was running an hour late. When I went to move my car the rain was bucketing down, and the space in front of my car was empty, so I moved into it. We did an efficient swap when he arrived around 3pm.

He did a professional, efficient job, hanging both Romas (right), level, in alignment with their surroundings. The Jacqueline Hick Widows now hangs alongside her Drover with Camp Dogs (above).  He then checked three things I had hung myself and rehung two of them. I’m delighted. It was great having him here. I suspect his views on COVID would not align with mine, but I will certainly call him if I need to hang more paintings.

While waiting for him to come I experimented with embroidering a single line figure on a knitted jumper in preparation for tomorrow's WES Group meeting. The detail is in my embroidery blog.

Although I’ve been wearing my left hand brace while knitting this weekend, I’m still feeling the arthritis in both thumb/wrist joints - partly, I suspect, a by-product of colour knitting, where thumbs are used to move the carried wool at each stitch. . While the hand physiotherapist I saw in 2009 has retired, it occurred to me that Grip Surgery, which I attended a year ago when I sliced open my thumb on a mandolin, might have hand physios. Sure enough, they have ‘hand therapists’. I now have an appointment for next Monday. 

The knitting, in spite of distractions is coming along. I'm almost up to the sleeve decrease on the second front. It looks huge, but meets pattern measurements. I guess, as an outer garment, it needs room to go over other clothes. I love its bold colours and pattern.  They stand in contrast to the delicacy of the Zygo.

So glad they are both in my world.