Last night there was a beautiful sunset over our little cul-de-sac. Thought I'd grab a pic of it for you.
I noticed it through the living room window as I was knitting along---I finished the socks for my ex's step-father. I really hope they fit---and that the mistakes in the fair-isle patterning on one of them don't show very much, heh. What a sloppy knitter I am!
Although (in my humble opinion) no other sunsets in the country can really compare with Texas' spectacular ranch-country sunsets, Kansas does occasionally oblige me, usually when I am feeling my most melancholy---as if God is feeling benevolent and has decided to award me a beautiful little "present" to help me hang on. (He does that sometimes....)
It's just that I am trying to get up the nerve to tell you the story of Odelia, my nanny who I talked about in my last post. It has been weighing on my mind---actually, it has haunted me for my entire life. I have spent untold hours trying to find her but I have never been successful.
To this day I have no idea what happened to her after my family left Portugal those many years ago....