Knitting, spinning, pets, food and other thoughts


A Foggy Morning …

which always makes me think of my grandfather who loved poems (I’m not sure of the source, but still remember it) β€”

One misty, moisty morning when cloudy was the weather,

I chanced to meet an old man, clothed all in leather.

He began to compliment, and I began to grin,

How do you do, and how do you do, and how do you do again.

There’s been some construction progress – some doors and most of the windows (all but the one for my studio) were delivered yesterday, along with a huge pile of insulation. Not sure how quickly they’ll get installed, but at least they finally came in. πŸ™‚