Today is a public holiday. It started early for our household; a big yellow taxi took Mr B away again while it was still dark.
F and I pottered about, greeted the sun and did a tea ceremony. She does tea ceremony every morning. It involves sitting down long enough to drink a bucketful of tea. It usually also includes reading some blogs. Sometimes I catify her, but today I sat in front of her chair and stared disconcertingly. At least I hope it was disconcerting. I hadn't been brushed.
Brushing is also a daily ritual.
Our silent communication was disturbed by revving engines and we turned our attention to the sea just in time to catch a scene reminiscent of Waterworld (movie) as a small navy of jet skis hurtled past, great plumes of water shooting out behind them like big feathered tails.
8, we counted. They buzzed past too fast to photograph and we were turning back indoors when we heard a slightly lower drone; a slowby tailender bringing up the rear 100s of metres behind his mates.
He must have felt like Noddy-Nofriends bumping along out there on his own chasing a fast disappearing band of waterbourne turkeys.
Some small fishing boats puttered by from time to time. One was dressed all over with flags. No one paused to catch fish.
F filled her noticeboard with a list of small tasks she regarded as due for execution, and proceeded to execute none of them. At the end of the day they are all still very much alive.
All hangings slayings beheadings and drownings have been cancelled for the day.
Aunty P arrived, drank coffee, smoked cigar smelling cigarettes, and pontificated (politics, taxation, religion...all the kind of stuff that starts arguments. F just said Nai Nai, and 'oh really' from time to time, and sat there rubbing sandpaper over some wooden spoons that should have been 'executed' years ago.)
Funny how making a list can turn you to doing anything but the stuff on the list.
I got chicken for lunch.
Balcony and windows got washed. Christmas candlewax got cleaned off posh tablecloths. Knitted hats got finished and photographed for F's Ravelry account, and then we were disturbed by another noise.
Band. Sort of. About 6 or 7 people dressed in velvet robes armed with drum, tambor, and some 6-note whistles came marching (no that makes it sound way too coordinated - straggling might be more accurate) along the street, caught up with one another outside each cafe and pulled their sound together into some sort of mediaeval sounding chant with heavy drumming, presumably for the benefit of the cafe patrons. No doubt gold crossed their palms (possibly to make them go away) because the act of parting with your money thus, here, is guaranteed to bring you good fortune.
Believe what you like.
They straggled back and we caught them in digital format.
The sky is going pink. That means dinner time soon. I guess it would be too much to hope for more chicken.....
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| Hats for Missions to Seafarers |
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| Lined chullo to use up some scraps |
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| Alpaca skating hat. We bet you didn't know alpacas had skating hats! |
Hmmm.. a fine straggle of a band. And some mighty fine hats too.
ReplyDeleteIt would be a stretch to describe their sound as music however.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Tigger, for giving us a snapshot of the day in the life of a cat and his peeps! Every minute enjoyable. And now I am left with a mental picture of alpacas on ice blades... Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xx
pee ess - wait! F's on Ravelry? She and I need to catch up with each other there...
F sometimes remembers to put her yarn projects into her scrapbook on Ravelry, but we did a tally up when first locked down and reckon she'd missed about 40 projects over the previous 4 or 5 years. They are all given away now. Since then she seems to have run out of folk to knit jumpers for and hats have prevailed recently.
Deletei had no idea ilpaccas could skate OR that they had hats to wear when skating and as weird as our tourists are here, i have never seen a crew like these guys/gals in robes with flute and drum. you sure had a most interesting day, and I do hope you got a second helping of chicken. just to make up for having to listen to the pontificating.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't know alpacas could skate either, but they do come from freezing parts of the Andes. The ragtag band didn't hang around for long.
DeleteBeautiful hats. Especially the alpacas. My alpacas don’t have hats.
ReplyDeleteIt is rather hot here right now. And they grown their own hats for winter. So they’re not really missing out
And yes. Greeks do have a love of heated discussions. Keeps the blood warm or something lol
We reckoned alpacas probably had their own hats. This one will be making its way to Canada - for a human.
DeleteFor the past however many years I’ve used the blog as a record of some of the knits I make but I’m always interested in what others publish on Ravelry. I tend to take a ‘bit from here and a bit from there’ so it’s awkward when people gush and ask for the pattern.
ReplyDeleteSaying all that though isn’t going to stop me asking where the chullo pattern came from 😊
It's an adaptation (most of my knits are) of a couple of patterns. I'll post the links on your blog. I knit the half lining down to the botton of the cheek flaps, change colour and knit the outside back up to the crown.
DeleteI forgot to mention how odd and out of place the Santa hat looked on the wandering mistral. As a member of the group he would have been ‘believable’ with his sack slung over his shoulder minus the modern hat. Unless someone in a cafe plonked it on his head
ReplyDeleteI guess the Magi came bearing gifts, but wearing a hat designed by a famous brand of cola drink probably wasn't in the original wardrobe.
DeleteI'm sure the chicken went down well, Bruno normally likes pork or fresh mince but Mr Cat is a bit more fussy.
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