On Wednesday I decided it was time I used the sweet potato and zucchini I had bought several days before with the intention of trying a fritter recipe I found.
I had the gist in my head so proceeded, without looking it up, with the ingredients I had; zucchini, sweet potato, my last 2 eggs, oil, and a little polenta. It worked really well. I had fritters for lunch and again in the evening with the last of my soup. Eggs are scarce at the moment because of avian flu, but my local greengrocer had an organic farm supply last time I visited, so I dashed out and snagged another dozen - free range from Kangaroo Island. I don’t use a lot of eggs but don’t like to be without them. These are good for a month. I’ll make sure I use them all.
While at the greengrocer I looked for white flowers and bought bought a bunch of verbena for the vase.
Our entry buzzer was still not working on Thursday when my order of two books was to be delivered between 10.15am and 12.15pm, so, working on the usual timing of delivery, I stationed myself on the low cement wall outside our entrance with my knitting at about 10.40. Ten minutes later, just as I was hearing my mother's voice telling me I would get piles, the postal delivery van arrived with the parcel.

First, of course, I have to finish the beanie project. I’ve been experimenting with a specific variation within the brief. I took the first experiment with me to work on after Pilates ,when I visited friends. They have both been ill, he critically.
We had a relaxed afternoon catching up and chewing the fat. There was plenty to talk about. They had used a nearby pre poll facility to vote that morning, since neither of them are able to stand in the queues that are a feature of most polling places on polling day (Saturday). While there is a certain excitement and camaraderie about voting on the day, the queues are difficult to manage as we age - hence my postal vote.
I woke on Saturday to a pre-dawn pink. It disappeared as the sun rose, so I was confident neither shepherds nor sailors were issuing warnings about the election. Perhaps I was wrong.
I spent the day doing washing, remaking the bed to add a blanket under the quilt, and knitting another experimental beanie before heading to the family dinner and election count watch.
On the way, at 5.45pm, 15 minutes before the polls closed, I drove past my local polling station to take a photo. The queues had gone, along with the BBQ, but there were still a few straggling voters and faithful volunteers..
It was a great night, glued to the count on the ABC, with Niamh and Anthony in particular, seeking additional information and answers to questions online. Our system of preferential (and compulsory) voting leads to hours - even weeks - of vote counting, reported from tally rooms across the nation to the Electoral Commission’s National Tally Room, which posts them progressively online. Fortunes shift as votes are counted and preferences distributed. Many of us follow the public tally and swinging fortunes at least until the losing leader concedes and the other claims victory - in this case around 10pm on Saturday. Counting of absentee votes and distribution of preferences goes on for days. possibly weeks.
While the campaign has been divisive, lacklustre, and at times aggressive, the result was decisive, its acceptance public, civil, gracious and respectful. Anthony Albanese, somewhat unexpectedly re-elected as Prime Minister with an increased majority, stopped a few in the enthusiastic crowd of Party faithful from cheering the opposition leader’s defeat with the assertion What we do in Australia is treat people with respect.
I am left with a strong sense of shared values, healing, common purpose, decency and - the PM’s word - kindness. We all need to hang on to this through the hard process of implementation.
After an hour catching up with a friend by phone on Sunday morning I paid a short visit to the Bowerbird Market at the Adelaide Showground. It only happens 2-3 times a year and features craft goods from around the country, including, this time, a good representation of spirits and cocktails, none of which I investigated..
I did buy a couple of gifts for later birthdays, and a mug for myself. I have mugs aplenty, but liked it , so went home and made myself coffee in it, while finishing beanie no.24. I’ve now stopped. If the team reaches that number I’ll resume.
I have my annual checkup with my renal physician coming up next Thursday so I was at the pathology clinic for a fasting blood test just after 8am yesterday🤞🏼. By 10.30am our apartment entry buzzers were fixed (🤞🏼), the potatoes and meat prepared for dinner, the kitchen clean, the rubbish out and more coffee in the mug. Perhaps I should have more early starts! I kept the momentum going this morning by cleaning the kitchen, including oven racks, before breakfast.
My critically ill friend is back in hospital. He and his partner are much on my mind. I live in that state of heightened awareness where the world looks different - much more mutable.
My hands are benefitting from my return to the Kasia Jacquot panels, this time Marta. I’m still enjoying the variety of both colour and stitches in these designs. I’m going to run out of some of the recommended threads again soon and will need to work out whether to substitute or buy.
After dinner last night I was able to get Brigid’s advice (aided by consultation with other family members) on a couple of Mola panels I bought to see if she’d like them as cushions.
Consequently I visited Spotlight today for fabric and zips. I'm unlikely to construct them until Friday. I’m looking forward to it.