Our first day in Budapest was spent mostly navigating the health system to get a bleeding ulcer diagnosed for my brother. An ulcer which arguably should have been looked into before we left Canada, but oh well. He had had symptoms for a week which he had been hoping would miracurously disappear. Needless to say, they didn’t and got really fired up by the travelling. I had very little sleep on the metal-mesh benches which were available once the er waiting room cleared a bit around 3am.
We were in the er for over 12 hours and actually got what we needed, a diagnosis and a prescription, after the gastroenterologist started their shift and was available for a consult.
The main problen, as I see it after commiserating with locals who spoke English, was the incredibly unhelpful ward clerks who felt no obligation to communicate with anyone except their colleagues. The local Hungarians felt as isolated and frustrated as we did, so it was not a language barrier deal. But then again, I have never been a ward clerk, so maybe there is another excuse.This is the subway stop near our hotel. It is deep underground, not London tube deep, but deepish. We took a bus, then a subway in from the airport and saw much which seemed to be soviet era housing. The end of the line subway stop has some renovation issues, and many stops on the line are having work done.
Our hotel has virtually nothing to recommend it except it exists and we found it.
Okay, it is in a pretty, old building too. Maybe I will do some internet previews going forward. Gotta catch up with the world of today after all.
No Barbara today…just ribbing and stockinette, with a bit of intarsia.
Mum stayed over last night and was using words like “interesting” and “different”. This morning she said it looked much better in the light.
not entirely happy with the pot of gold…or the seam beside it but hey..it’s done
Originally I was going to knit the rainbow in, but I lost heart and just crocheted it separately and sewed it on.
I used 10 points of decrease and decreased with knit 8 knit 2 together around, one plain round, then k7, k2tog, one plain round, etc. until I did just k2 together around. I kept going with the k2tog another time and finished off the 5 stitches by running the tail through.
Before we were parents, Alan and I took a considerable number of book binding courses together. It was a big interest of his. He had been to Library School and had an enduring love of books. He kept trying to take classes which got cancelled for lack of enrolment. I started signing up with him to create a critical mass for the courses to run, so we took lots together and he took some alone as well. We drifted away from it as we moved away from Toronto, then had the kids and moved to Ottawa. He noticed a class which ran yesterday, so we signed up. It was nice to be back in the paper mode for a day. I think we will do some more in the future.
The class was called Crossed Structure Binding put on by the Canadian Book Binders and Book Artists Guild. In the morning we did a quick paper decoration and then made the smaller book. It has eight sewn signatures and the cover is made by cutting a single sheet of paper with tabs that link around the spine and weave into the opposite cover. I cannot resist the temptation to change things up a bit so I cut my tabs on angles in the afternoon. I have shown front and back of both books.
I am going with my sister Phil to Peru for 10 days…short trip but THERE WILL BE MOUNTAINS, MACHU PICCHU, AND AN OCEAN!!!!Phil has informed me that she will be taking a rolly suitcase. I guess that means I will have to suffer through taxis…sigh, lol. i personally can’t wrap my head around anything that is not carry on and carry-able on my back.
I always look like a knob when I travel because I use the fanny pack, but if you want a fake wallet, a rain poncho, an emergency blanket, compression socks, knee braces, earplugs, sunscreen, insect repellent, a tiny plastic case for your sim card, blindfold, binoculars, etc. then I’m your gal. It is always packed and ready to go because I just wash the compression socks when I get home and leave them in it. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it at home! Last night I cleaned out the dross of Bhutan and India and got back to the clean slate.