mitreing, mitering

So I watched the Eurovision Song Contest Semifinals tonight. More than that, I voted. For Slovenia. (For those who can't remember, the lady in the leather ballgown.) Because she had the most gorgeous voice. You really can tell the singers qua singers from the singers qua pop singers. And Slovenia got through to the final. Excellent.

I would also like to say that in addition to more or less mastering knitted mitered squares, I have now also more or less mastered knitted mitered triangles. Well, one triangle. We progress. And such lovely wool.

Coworker should be back next week. That'll be a relief.

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Sometimes

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.

-- Sheenagh Pugh