my rolly cart full of groceries. How do you like the railings? Oh, right, they made the new steps a different shape, so the old railings didn’t fit. They weren’t going to put in new ones, then said they would put in a single rail up the centre. My Mum is very independent and could go up and down with no problem when there was a railing. Now she needs at least one person to help her. A single rail means no improvement, for she will still need a hand to go from the rail to the siderails at the top. Also, with nothing to hang onto myself, if one of us slips on the narrow steps, we could both be in trouble. Mum has pointed out to several condo board members that a lawsuit will cost much more than a railing . . . I think she has a bolshie streak . . .
Well, the snow was the first surprise (sorta; it IS winter, after all!).
The real surprise I hinted at the other day:
Can you see my fingertip peeking out of the opening at the top of an armscye steek? I’ve been practising Kitchener Stitch (don’t think I’ve done it before) to join the front and back of the Fair Isle style cardi at the shoulders.
Now it’s 2:20 am, so it’s off to bed for me, with these:
I heard a young woman who works in a library being interviewed on the news the other day. When the reporter commented on the current shift to electronic media, she said that books were ‘old-fashioned’!! Lucky for her I wasn’t within reach . . . I wonder if one is allowed to blog from a cell . . .