Post 635 Friends and Neighbours

I almost missed the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra morning concert last Wednesday. I had subscribed back in October last year and filed it under “bookings” rather than “subscriptions”. In the past, tickets were sent out as a set, initially by mail, then as an email. The most recent practice (unannounced) is to sent an e-ticket a few days before the event. I need to adjust my record keeping. I had agreed to help out at a Guild event on the same morning and was willing to forego the concert, but the Guild organiser kindly found a replacement for me. 

I enjoyed the concert from my seat in the front row. I don’t recall sitting so close before. While it provides a lot of interest (as well as interactions and playing styles, an excellent view of varied shoes!) it is easy to lose the overall sweep on the piece unless I  close my eyes. The Horn Concerto, though, was fantastic from my vantage point. 

Afterwards I visited the Art Gallery for a last quick look at the Love and Devotion in Asian Art exhibition that finished on Sunday. The Cafe was too crowded for me to stay for lunch, although the new menu was enticing.

Saturday was Anzac Day - traditionally a public holiday on the day itself, the 25th April. 2 States and the ACT have now broken with tradition, adding a holiday on the following Monday when the 25th falls on a weekend. The remaining 4 States and the Northern Territory adhere to the tradition. This means most businesses, including supermarkets, were closed here on Saturday. Others, like garden centres and hotels open only in the afternoon - to show respect to the dawn services and Anzac Day Marches that take place in cities and towns throughout the country. 

I don't attend either of these, but I do always remember family members who served in both World Wars. This year I added both my grandmothers to those I honoured.  Although they never met, both grandmothers gave birth during the war. Nell, my maternal grandmother,  on the left, gave birth to my Uncle Albert a year before the outbreak of WWI.. Her husband. my grandfather, enlisted in August 2014 and my Aunty Grace was born in May 1915. She was two years old before her father saw her. He sent postcards and Nell managed on her own, no doubt with some help from her 10 siblings. 

Ada, my paternal grandmother, gave birth to a son in December 1915, while her husband was serving in France. The child died 15 months later. Neither of these women were well off. What must life have been like for them, keeping the home fires burning, Nell 21 when War broke out, Ada 18?

I made my usual batch of Anzac biscuits on Friday in preparation, saving them from burning just in time. I like them crispy - which is just as well!

There was a bit of drama around our carpark. Access is via a button on a fob. These were all programmed as one - so that the theft of one meant reprogramming them all. The Strata Committee have found an app that enables individual programming so individual fobs can be taken off the system. Our Strata president nominated an hour on the morning of Anzac Day when we could take our fobs to the carpark for reprogramming. That meant a bit of a scramble to retrieve fobs from family members at very short notice. We managed it, thanks to Anthony. Then, on Sunday night the carpark entry door jammed, so had to be cranked and left open overnight before repairers came and had it fixed by 11am Monday morning.

On the way home from Pilates on Thursday I called at Dymocks and picked up a copy of the latest in the Tea Lady series. On Friday I did my Monday dinner shop since supermarkets would be closed the following day, and visiting the Post Office to pick up a book for our May Book Club meeting which I had not been home to receive.

Over the weekend I managed to read both of them. Both were really good, the Tea Ladies rather too much so. I lived through that era in Sydney and recognise the world and people it so vividly conjures. It left me depressed. I tried to summarise my feelings in my review. 

The Book Club pick  was my first by Peter James. I chose it out of curiosity as to how a writer goes about a novel featuring living people. I was surprised and impressed.

The weather has been warm - a pleasant mid-20s Indian Summer. 

Partly as a result of the fob-reprogramming exercise, another drama unfolded when my immediate neighbours locked themselves out of their apartment late yesterday. I could let them into the building, but not their apartment. They couldn't contact their son who had a spare key so they shelterd with me while I was cooking dinner and we waited for a locksmith. I could, at least, offer them an Anzac biscuit! Their son eventually found the message, cancelled the locksmith and arrived an hour later - his concern manifesting itself in blustering attempts to exert control and allot blame. Order (and apartment access for my neighbours) was restored before my dinner guests arrived. Today I've had lengthy discussions with my neighbours, the son has apologised, we've worked out how to keep calm and carry on - and laughed.

That's in between the podiatrist, swimming and  Shane arriving at 8.30am to finish the installation of the drip tray in my ceiling.  The sponges are to muffle the sound of any drips which collect. If I hear more drips, the system is not working and I ring Shane who will attempt to get here in time to actually see it happening through the manhole.

While we both hope this doesn't happen, neither of us would be sad if Shane  were the appointed worker on future repair projects. He is a teacher as well as a maintenance man. I now have a clear idea of the ceiling space and the ventilation system. It seems the vents I had barely noticed in the balcony ceiling are critical to ceiling airflow, which enables evaporation and assists in heating and cooling.  They need cleaning. How this can be achieved depends on whether or not they play a part in fire management. Fortunately, this is already on the agenda of the next Strata Management Committee. Serendipity!

On Saturday, I found that, after all, I did need to wind the second skein of wool to finish the Chapter and Skein shawl.

I finished the shawl this evening. This is it straight off the needles. I will block it tomorrow. The crude measurements hopefully give a sense of size.  It used 1280gms of wool, leaving 720 gms, which I might try using for a beanie. I may, however, slip in an embroidery project first.

Post 628 Challenges and Plenty to do.

I managed to swim on Wednesday - 700 metres in half an hourThis time I made sure I brought my towel AND bathers home with me! As I hung them on the line at home, the shadows cast by the vergola  matched my stripey towel. 

I was in time to meet up with friends for an afternoon cup of tea and a very early dinner at the local pub. A lovely day. 

As I went to bed I noticed the vase of daisies I bought on Monday were beginning to droop.

I changed the water but by Thursday it was clear more was needed. Only a few survived on their stems, so they ended in a small, long-necked vase. The rest looked great for several days in a couple of shallow vases designed for floating blooms. I haven't used these for ages, so I'm pleased.

Before Pilates I headed further west to Spotlight with the orange silk from last week's post in hand, hoping silk habitue I found on their website, would serve as lining. It is lovely, and will, I'm sure, work. It is expensive, but wide. I bought 2, rather than 3, metres, hoping it can be used widthwise. If not, it will be a little short, but I don't think that will really matter. I now have an appointment with the dressmaking on Friday.

From Spotlight I went on to The Yarn Trader to pick up the skeins for the  Chapter and Skein project. They were ready for me in a sealed box, which I got them to open in the shop: I didn't want to wait until after Pilates to peek.

I have so far resisted the temptation to get out the swift and wind them into balls. I'm still knitting my birthday wool!

On Friday I had my 11th Covid vaccine - 6 months and one day from the 10th. As a precaution I spent the rest of the day at home, finishing #3 in The Antique Detective series before settling into a couple more sessions of the RSN's History of Embroidery  course.  I'm enjoying it, and trying not to rush it.  I'm making notes and thinking about the talks I've agreed to give in August.

I had cooked two duck legs - a l’orange ( a Luv a Duck pack)- on Thursday evening, so had the second leg cold with salad on Friday. While my vaccination arm was a little sore, by the evening I was knitting with no ill effect while watching Professor T and Brokenwood. I’ve also found a Margarita with the alcohol removed, so low sugar, and have been enjoying one each evening in one of the glasses the girls gave us as a wedding anniversary gift - probably in 2000.

Monday was Adelaide Cup Day, so it was a long weekend in Adelaide, with suburban supermarkets closed on Monday. When I headed out for supplies on Saturday, I found an intimidating note on my windscreen wipers, accusing me of speeding with my lights off in the carpark and threatening to send phone footage to the police! I sent a photo of the note to our Strata Rep, who phoned me immediately and instigated a search of carpark cctv. Within 90 minutes the Strata Rep had identified the perpetrator (without, of course, revealing the identity to me). A bit scary, but great support from my family and the Strata rep. 

Yesterday an email went out from the Strata Presiding Officer to remind everyone to keep the speed limit in the carpark, reporting that someone has inappropriately dealt with a perceived breach by a threatening note and outlining the appropriate process. It’s well worded. I don’t believe the offender has been spoken to directly. We wait to see if the threats stop. I am considering installing a dashcam in my car.

I ventured to Frewville for a few more supplies on Sunday before working through more of the RSN Course. It is proving really useful for my Early Medieval Embroidery talks in August. I'm adapting a presentation as I go, checking references and related texts I’ve been gathering. Obsessive as usual. It seems to be coming together.

There were fresh chicken livers at Frewville, so I bought some, along with bacon and mushrooms for a late lunch. I forgot to  buy a bunch of parsley, which normally supplies the vitamin C, so made do with a little fennel. It's a while since I cooked this, and I really enjoyed it.

The daisies lasted long enough to keep me focused on bloom. I discarded them yesterday, as the bloom faded, at the same time clearing out some dead pot plants and planting the last of those I bought 2 weeks ago at the church market. My balcony gardens are looking good. It's 30C today, but I'm hoping the worst of the hot weather is over. I managed to swim laps again today. I shared a lane and managed 700 metres

I also picked up this book at Dymocks on Saturday. It is set in Cornwall around 1628  when witch hunting is rife, and marketed as a prequel to Lorna Doone, a book my father was passionate about and I read several times as a girl. I’ve never regretted that my mother won the battle for my name. Again, this is not my regular fare, but I'm curious, and owe it to my father. I haven't started it yet,  giving myself the comfort of another of Clare Chase's Antique Store Detective Series rather than take on any more challenges.

The feather and fan shawl progressed well over the long weekend,  I now have around 320 stitches on the needle.

 

I weighed the yarn left - 194 gms from an initial 300gms. The next row used 2 grams so I calculate, as the rows are getting longer,  I have around 90 rows to go. 

Should finish it by the end of Easter if the Good Lord is willing and the creeks don’t rise. The full pattern repeat is 35 rows and I’m about to start on the next one.

Post 554 Spring, a long weekend and daylight saving.

You know Spring is here when Waratahs appear in the florist. These had been picked on Friday morning, in the Adelaide Hills, a few hours before I bought them. They are not native to South Australia, but I am, after all, a native of NSW! 

Apart from people, I don't miss much from my first 24 years in Sydney - Southerly Busters, humidity and flowers native to the Sydney region - flannel flowers, Christmas bush, Christmas Bells and Waratahs, none of which are commonly seen in Adelaide. I still love them and if I see them for sale, I buy them. My English migrant parents and grandparents cherished them, gathered them and tried to grow them. Uplifting.

In front of our apartments, and at the Pilates Studio, the wild irises are at their best.  Gentler than the Waratahs, they are nevertheless intricate and cheerful.

The Agave has finished flowering at Pilates. I took a final photo. I can’t resist the shape, perfect for a bookmark, so accordingly ordered another set. Hopefully my Pilates classmates will find a use for them. Again.

I had a quiet day as desk hostess at the Embroiderers' Guild on Wednesday. The computer tech was there setting up the new admin computer with our office manager while a couple of the Museum team were doing a handover on the Museum database. When left in charge I failed once again to answer the phone! It’s a tricky handset, and doesn’t respond to my button pressing. I progressed my knitting and wrote a tribute to Lee for discussion with WES group next week.  

The Bottlebrush- which IS native to South Australia, is on display everywhere, including in the Guild garden.

I saw my GP on Friday, getting the results of last week’s blood test. I’m pretty happy. My kidney is in good condition and my weight very slowly coming down.  My blood sugar is lower than last time but ideally should be a little lower.  We’ve agreed our current regime is working so should continue. I’ve made an appointment in about 4 months time. I like this new GP.  He listens, checks records, explains his thinking and provides data. It feels like a conversation and a joint effort.

Afterwards, having completed and tidied up all last week's work on passwords, I took a sealed package to my solicitor to add to the deed package before shopping for the long weekend and buying the Waratahs. 

I also took more jewellery to Pink Carat for repair. An 80cm long gemstone necklace given to me by a work colleague some 15 years ago had broken. I often wear it.  The central stone is heavy and had worn through the wire. We decided to make up the necklace without it. Can I find a use for a 3.5cm stone? Clasp on a bag?  (It's much more brown than the photo indicates.)

I also took the glittery clip-on earrings to see if they could be converted. Removing the clips on the back was not possible but I convinced them to add hooks through the little picots on the edge. They hang nicely, clips hidden behind. I often wear the matching brooch so now I can be truly glam! The amber pair were originally hanging from smaller amber beads on posts. One had detached and was lost. I prefer hooks anyway so got them to simply hang the teardrops from silver hooks. I also took advice on cleaning the sterling silver brooch.   This result was just using a silver cleaning cloth.

This morning I dug out both the ultrasonic cleaners I own.and experimented using the tips provided by Pink Carat. The tank on the older white one is larger, so I tried a silver pin tray in it. In the green one I placed 3 pieces of trench art, a coin medallion, a ring and a WWI medallion on a chain.

After several sessions all came up reasonably clean and shiny. The ring is made from a 1947 coin from India, the chain holds a regimental medallion engraved Div 5 1920-21. Once the pin tray was clean (relatively) I was able to see a hallmark, and out of curiosity, looked it up. I have never done this before, and had to dig around for a bit to find it. However, I am now confident the tray was made by William Aiken, silversmith of Vyse St., Birmingham in 1904! It seems amazing to have been able to discover that.

I experimented with a couple of vases for the Waratahs before settling on the one above. The dark vase looks good here, but was a bit heavy and dominant. 

It was the Labour Day long weekend and the commencement of daylight saving. As forecast, there was some rain on Saturday. The dripping noise came back. As promised, I notified the tradie who came last week, who, as I expected, did not come. He did ask if water was leaking into the apartment (it's not). It seems that other apartments also have leaks, and the Strata Committee is taking it up with our management company, so I'm happy. A problem shared....  Fortunately, contrary to the forecast, the rest of the weekend was rain-free.

As three books I had ordered on Libby were suddenly available to me, I spent much of the long weekend reading. In the Blink of an Eye was an interesting fictional projection of the use of AI in policing. My review, for anyone interested, is on Goodreads.   The Ledge by Christian White, as I realised too late,  is a thriller (with echoes of Lord of the Flies). I don’t much like thrillers. 

The treescape behind my apartment has changed with recent pruning and rainfall. I have a better view of what turns out to be a Callery Pear (left). 

I can’t remember seeing the golden leafed tree (right) bloom, but it is now beginning to do so, declaring itself, I think, a jacaranda alba. The next month or so should confirm or disprove this theory. Either way, it’s a lovely outlook.

I finished and blocked the Uradale shawl over the weekend. Details in my embroidery blog. I'm pleased to say spreading it in the sun yesterday has removed the sheep smell, and the woolwash has made it wonderfully soft. (The red is from the geraniums below the shawl!)

I have begun the next shawl based on a Dathan Hap pattern in Kate Davies' Knitting Season book.  The pattern is simple and interesting, increasing at the centre as well as the edges in a four row sequence, a lovely encircling shape with plenty of scope to vary colour.  

It will use up a lot of the Rowan wool left from the coatigan and blanket. It's fun to knit and nice to try something other than an expanding triangle.

I've also worked another small section of my sashiko square, and prepared two pieces of Huckaback for the hand-towel pattern in The Handpicked Collection 3. It's been a long time since I did Huck weaving, So I had a quick try. It is marvellously relaxing and effective.

I confess that this morning I dashed out to Create in Stitch  and bought the Chaffinch  kit advertised in their weekend newsletter. A Chaffinch, I know, is not a Bluebird, but it is a blue bird,  and I'm partial. I also know what I am going to do with this when finished.

I seem to have achieved (and committed to!) a lot this week. It is a product of spending much of it on my own over a long weekend with family away and few outside commitments. I have had trouble remembering what day it is. Tomorrow, however, is WES Group, and I need to make a presentation. Better check that over and head to bed.

Post 533 Long Post for a Full On Week.

Wednesday turned out to be busy as I set about restoring order to my balcony after the re-grouting of the tiles. The tiles needed washing, the pots and furniture returning to position. The first discovery was that my squeegee, the only mop I own, was broken. The sponge squeezing mechanism had come apart, and was missing a connector. I could still operate it awkwardly, holding the disconnected rod. 

I took the opportunity to clean the runners on the door and insect screen of their accumulated grime. The two water dishes were slimy. One contains shells, which in turn were covered in slime. I soaked the shells in a mild solution of bleach, then scrubbed each one with a nail brush. They now look clean and the water clear. I've moved the dish out of the sun in the hope the algae won't form.

I deadheaded flowers, tidied a few plants, swept up petals and reconnected the hose. 

I noticed that the zygocactus is about to flower - so the honeyeaters will be competing with the noisy miner for access before too long.

By the time the balcony was restored and clean I was exhausted. I made a coffee and explored potential replacement of my squeegee. 

I keep a short broom with attached dustpan on the balcony. The broom has nylon bristles, now misshapen and sticking out at all angles. An online search revealed the Frewville Foodland had suitable replacements, so I set off and found what I wanted, a squeegee with a more robust mechanism and a small, handmade broom from Vietnam. 

I already have one of these with a stiff bristle. The new one is soft, and very good at finding fine dust. One on each balcony

When I got home I returned the shells to their dish and finished the job. I decided to replace the hose as well, with one that is tidier and takes up less room. (Yes, this really is tidier!)

Around 3pm, as I was having lunch, a courier delivered the four printed tote bags I had ordered - the Early Women of the Book.

I am delighted with them . Two are for friends in Sydney - fellow students of Early English Literature and Language in undergraduate days, who are as excited as I am.  One is destined for a charity auction and another for the Guild SALA Exhibition - along with the explanatory booklet. 

This has been a very productive exercise. As with the earlier bag, one side has printed the photo as uploaded and the other has somehow removed the white background. It is obviously how the printing process works. I'd like to understand it, but, as they are printed overseas, I doubt I will. 

There was a fabulous full moon that night and I managed to get a decent shot through the slats of my Vergola using my phone. It's the best moonshot I have managed.  A Proud Titania kind of night.

Thursday was ANZAC Day, a public holiday, with Dawn Services and marches of Veterans and service men and women all around the country. I don't attend. I do, however, acknowledge the service of family members and remember their sacrifices - including the mental health issues that followed throughout the lives of those who survived. They needed to forget, but we need to remember.

I had decided not to bake Anzac biscuits. It is school holidays, so no one but me to eat them and  I already had a few left from last month's batch. The point about Anzac biscuits is their keeping capacity. They were developed to last for months on sea voyages to France and Egypt in WWI.  However, when I received this email from a cheeky friend  Dont forget the ANZAC biscuits are in the oven and they burn quickly. WE DONT want them burnt again this year, I got on my high horse and immediately made a batch. That'll show him! No fool like an old fool! At least they will keep.

I had bought fresh prawns on Wednesday, intending to have them in a salad, but in view of the chilly weather, stir fried them with broccolini and peas. A good meal.

On Friday I met a friend in Stirling for coffee and scones. It was busy and crowded, but we did a lot of catching up. She brought me another Alamanda Blue, one that is ready to propagate. Mine is doing well, but isn't old enough to be divided, and I promised one to another keen gardener. Cathy seems to have the Alamanda magic  touch. She has several plants, all excelling themselves.

A balcony isn’t ideal for plant division on this scale, and it has taken me several days over this busy week, but I now have three new plants from this giant, which will grow back over the gap. This is quite a rare local swamp plant and would be best in a pond. It’s important to keep propagating them.

When I arrived home from Stirling there were two parcels in my letterbox. One was a metre of Spice linen - the lining for several bags I am working on. The other was a total surprise - a shawl knitted by an overseas friend as a gift. I was so warmed in every way. An unexpected, personal, perfect gift. It went perfectly with what I was wearing. I feel wrapped in friendship and heather.  

And speaking of heather, Marie Wallin’s new collection was released, and yes, against commonsense, I have ordered a kit. This one is simply too beautiful to pass up. And, from the sublime to the ridiculous,

Even worse,  I also ordered an Uradale (centre) colour way kit for the newly released 2024 Shetland Wool Week hat. 

My Saturday workshop on Glazig embroidery for the Certificate Course went really well. The 12 attendees were enthusiastic, diligent and creative working right up to 2pm. 

I captured 9 of their efforts, thanks to Lee who prompted me to photograph the results before it was too late! The one that looks messy is because I photographed it too close through the plastic bag after it was packed up. I really liked the edging but didn’t want to ask the student to unpack it.

Niamh arrived home from her school trip to Indonesia with stories and gifts. Mine is a pair of lovely filigree silver earrings in a batik box, accompanied by a berry for cleaning the silver. I’ve been to Indonesia a number of times but never encountered these. 

I might just try following the instructions.

On Sunday I had a 2.30 pm concert at Ukaria. It’s a 40 minute drive with my friend Lorraine, and this time also  another friend of hers, in time to secure a convenient car park and enjoy a platter lunch beforehand. The Dudok Quartet of Amsterdam played Mozart String Quartet No.23 in F,K.590, Grazyna Bacewicz String Quartet No4, Tchaikovsky String Quartet No3 in E flat minor. The Ukaria garden is at its very best, and the music was great.

Although school term has begun, yesterday was a pupil free day so no family dinner. I needed a day to shop and recover after a pretty full-on week. Much of the day was spent in a panic, trying to find an example of embroidery a student had given me on Saturday for the next WES Group meeting. I had been too busy and tired on Sunday to unpack my Glazig teaching bag and when I got to it yesterday the example was missing. I searched the car and house and phoned the organiser. I was working out how I was going to explain the loss to the student. Several hours later I worked out where I had tucked it, to keep it safe. Phew! 

Today I had lunch with Panayoula, catching up and sharing our opinions on world problems. At home I finished off making a pot of soup to keep me going for the rest of the week.

I have now reached the sleeve cast-off on the Andes cardigan. It’s looking good. I'm looking forward to seeing the impact of shaping.

It has been a busy, productive week - thanks for reading to the end!