There seems to be little which can compare with the rage and frustration these problems provoke. There is no one (that I know of) to whom I can complain. Thus I cast my thoughts onto the ambient air, and I know not what the ambient air will do with them, other than waft them further into the ether.
The substitute batch of quince jelly seems fine, although I wonder whether its consistency is a little stiff. I think it tastes good though. And it is quite true, as Joan commented, that it is when one is on a roll and being super-efficient, that mistakes and disasters smite the hapless would-be super-person. Just to keep you from becoming smug and self-satisfied.
Forget all that, though. Let's talk about the weather. The sky has not been beautifully blue, although probably the glass is rising very high, and it has not continued fine. And yet it rained but yesterday.
Didn't it rain! children! Talk about the rain, oh my Lord, didn't it, didn't it, didn't it, oh my Lord, didn't it rain!
All day and a fair part of the night it rained, poured, bucketed down, drenching everything. The drain outside my house could not cope and the water was all over the road. Fortunately none got into the house, and the roof did not leak. There were lots of traffic jams, floods, fallen trees all over the city. I sat inside the house, and not much got done. What a cold and miserable day it was. I wondered how people who generally endure Diamond Jubilee sort of weather cope and keep up their spirits.
I have been doing a lot of crocheting, mostly for the continuing project fostered by our ABC, Wrap with Love, (see www.artsandcraftsnsw.com.au/images/wrap/WWLOnePager.pdf) whereby lots of people get together and knit or crochet squares which are then joined to make wraps, or small blankets. Local libraries support groups who get together once a month to work away, and once a year there is a huge get-together at the ABC when squares get joined up. I have not been to the annual event, but this year I have done enough, so far, to make three blankets. The trouble comes in selecting the colours and trying to make the assorted combinations look good together. I use wool rather than synthetic fibres, as I do not like working with synthetics.
At the local second-hand market, amongst all the myriad items on offer, there are lots of granny square blankets, as well as used linen, embroidered and with crocheted edges. I noticed, when Dr P was in the nursing home, that many of the old people had such blankets draped over their chairs and beds. So it seems there is still a use for them.
At the same time I want to make another garment, so have been busy going through old patterns to try and choose one of them. Making squares is very repetitive work, although it is portable, and does not need close attention. I take it along to the opera study group and work away. Nobody seems to mind, fortunately, and it gets people talking together. But it is time to start something else.
When my girls were small I made them lots of crocheted things, little dresses, and ponchos. Such hand-made things need careful laundering, and they cannot just be bunged into the washing machine to be belted roughly around.
And who has time for hand-washing these days?