Yesterday's library stitch-in was ill attended. Was it paraskavedekatriaphobia, we wondered? One woman, whose sister was born on Friday the 13th, reported that she claims she hasn't had a lot of bad Friday the 13ths, but an awful lot of bad Thursday the 12ths.
I almost finished the threadkeep by noon (our regular ending time). I had to wait a few more hours, but another one on the finishing pile! Yay, me!
More good news! Mabel will be coming home this weekend. She talked to our stitching librarian Thursday who reported that Mabel had been reading--and loved!--the book I recommended for her last time we were together. Another librarian had given her a book "that was all rapes and violence." It didn't look that bad from the cover, but I suggested she might like The Shop on Blossom Street. They didn't have it in large print so our librarian gave her A Good Yarn. Our library delivers to "shut ins," so Mabel will have more knitting adventures to delve into soon. I hope to see her back when I return from Maine.
On an entirely different, but still happy note, Sissy--who once complained she had been "dating for 20 years and was tired of it"--got engaged last night. Her boyfriend gathered as much of the family as he could and proposed in front of everyone. I think they'll be quite happy together, and I am over the moon with joy for my sister. I'm on the look out for an appropriate wedding sampler, so if you have an ideas, I'm listening. Her place is pretty stylish; I might say elegant traditional.