I will be working one of the early voting sites for the county for the next two days.
Off to climb Sleeping Bear Dunes with my sisters and sister-in-law (masked and at six foot intervals). Blogging will resume next Tuesday.
UPDATE: As a result of Sister#1's habit of referring to us as "Sister Two," "Sister Three," and "Sister (in-law) Four," the owner of our Air BnB came to the pardonable conclusion that she had rented her house to a bunch of nuns.
With yellow balls in autumn
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins. ~ Carl Sandburg
Happy International Gin & Tonic Day - as Election Day gets closer, the more I need one of these.
According to the traditions of the Greek Orthodox Church, our prelates are hanged, not shot. Please respect our traditions. ~ Archbishop Damaskinos of Athens, after the SS threatened him with a firing squad.
A touch of cold in the Autumn night
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children. ~ T. E. Hulme
The entire issue may be downloaded at the Antique Patterns Library site.
A pair of soakers from Smart Knitting and Needlework, Winter 1951. Knit a pair to delight (or horrify) a mother-to-be and tell her this was what families used before rubber/plastic pants were invented. The pattern is on my Flickr account.
These lingered on for a few years after the Second World War ended but faded away by the mid-1950's.
The advantage of actual, as opposed to virtual, motor transport is that nobody gets away with checking out of the DR until they see me. They can't just skip merrily off to the airport without turning in their car keys.
I spent most of yesterday looking for MT assets.