Wednesday, April 01, 2020
One of the things I like best about Facebook is the way it dishes up random memories. Colin was playing crack, er, technology dealer one rainy afternoon exposing Charlie to the devil in the box. Charlie was still doubtful.
We remain well and safe. For the first time in memory, pollen levels in excess of 8000 have made me think I have a summer cold with the eye-watering and sneezing.
My day job continues, although they are beginning to offer days off because there is so little traffic. I anticipate layoffs unless the sales team has shifted its attention away from the hospitality sector.
Anyone else succumbing to Sloth in a big way? The shower and hair wash was a delicious treat this morning. Way overdue.
I was also mean to an online acquaintance last night. He posted a challenge. List six concerts you've been to, one being a lie. His list was such that I asked if he was Amish? Really, Pat Boone? The BeeGees. Harry Chapin? Then I couldn't stop laughing at my own mean joke until I peed myself.
I was going to start a new stitch adventure this morning but Bailey, aka Killah, wouldn't give up the chair. If you pick him up to move him, he will be back in the chair before you can turn around and plant your ass.
The sun holds on, but it's a bit brisk to go out with wet hair and the sniffles.
All that and I've lucked into a crackerjack beta-reader with a wicked eye and a sharp red pen who has confirmed that Prophets Tango is NOT ready for publication yet. Editing - the ever-shitting, I mean shifting tide of opinion and facts, flows on. and on.....sigh.
Monday, March 30, 2020
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Of course, I couldn't find the imaginary stash of cardboard spools so I used the last of my business cards. Put to good use, finally.
|the Cone set|
We are under a county mandated lockdown. I haven't been inside any retail establishment since 3/11 so it remains to be seen when I'll be able to ship these. But if anything grabs your fancy, I will be taking reservations against the better times the near future will bring us, if we all take good care.
And this for some solid hilarity
Friday, March 27, 2020
Your eyes do not deceive you. That drift of white laid out on the table is a vintage, damask tablecloth. It has a slight scorch mark and so went unloved a long time on eBay until I snatched it up for a song.
Today, it makes its debut as the 2020 dye season Table Mopper. The ground cloth for whatever dye fests may occur at the Lawrenceville Frankenstein Dyeworx in the coming months. At the end of the season, the cloth may become the centerpiece of a larger work, or I might hack it up and sent the bits 'round the world.
Here the innocent spools shiver in the secret sauce, waiting their turn on the table.
Joining them, a handful of strips of muslin from a long-abandoned log cabin project. Color wouldn't hurt. The carrier this time? A box of buggy oatmeal from deep in the pantry. Expiration date? I didn't look.
I'll wash, rinse and dry them tomorrow.
for now, I'm so done.
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Wild violets, I think. They are everywhere in the upper reaches of the lawn where there is sunshine. I never noticed them before.
Got out for a quick drive to drop off some things to a friend who shouldn't go out for a while.
The action in the parking lot reminded me of "Let's Sell/Buy Drugs" from way back in the day. Two cars parked ten feet apart, facing in opposite directions. Drivers at the wheel. The principals get out, each proceeds to the opposite vehicle's trunk, keys handed over by the respective drivers. Goods and cash inspected and approved. Transfers made, keys returned and off we go, whistling.
How wonderful to be so plain, so solid, so useful.
I settled in to do some stitching, watch a little TV. Sweetie jumped up on the bed, turned over the little river basket and proceeded to examine the contents.
She has a seething resentment over her lack of thumbs.
Sweetie joined us in 2009 and is enjoying her status as Dowager Queen of the household. We indulge her every whim.
The coyotes are barking out in the woods behind the house and all three cats hover nearby, pretending to sleep, one eye open.
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
Bad idea? Hasty? Just a few small rebellions when you're stuck in the house and time seems both short and long.
I don't know why I was being coy about where and how much purple to use. Now that I think about it, if I wind up in the pest house at least they will remember the lady with purple hair if they can't remember or manage my name.
The whole time my husband was in treatment for cancer and when he was here at home, I was with him. More often than not, holding his hand to the last moments and beyond. The thought of someone I love and care about having to be in the hospital alone is more than I can bear to think about. Any and all distractions are welcome.
And to the point of being out of time or coy, I give you this.
Saturday, March 21, 2020
I didn't know then it would be the last visit we'd have for a while since we've all agreed that it's safest for everyone to limit our circles of contact.
We facetime, but I get the feeling that young children expect more from an electronic device than facetime with Nana can give. There are no big hugs, no silly business or fart noises. I miss him terribly. There is so much I still have to teach him. Learn from him.
I'm having a good cry along with "Yentl". Each and every time I watch it.
Friday, March 20, 2020
I got out in the sun today and got the rest of the bigger sticks off the lawn in preparation for the long-overdue first mowing. By 230 it was nap city.
All the windows were open. Soft warm breezes were lurking in the curtains. The deep chimes on the high deck were very soft, almost apologetic. I didn't drift off, I dropped like a rock. Good sleep.
When I woke up, I realized how warm it was. 79 degrees out at the peak today. Warm enough to start thinking about the first dye fest of the season. It may not happen tomorrow, but soon.
As I work the phones tonight, I'm winding thread between calls. Tonight, I'll dream in color.
And did you see these wonders? Huzzah The Bucklings of the Hill!
Thursday, March 19, 2020
At first, I wished that I had planned this one better. Now, I'm forced into a way to insert some really rich profanity. White on white, maybe.
I never really minded the hermit life because it was by choice and I knew there was all manner of crazed doings going on out in the world- parties, parades, flash mobs, drive bys- you know, Life.
Now it's disturbing. Our town has a curfew.
I don't want to dwell on imagined outcomes, but I inherited a lot of hard times angst from that same grandmother who taught me embroidery. Not that she ever complained.
They did what they had to do. Tenant farmers during the Great Depression. She would take slivers of soap, soften them, then press them together into a multi-colored lump to keep on soaping. Teabags used all day long. Real rag rugs.
It was good to see the stores limiting the quantities of things people can buy. You pick a time window, they bag it up, email you when it's ready, you pull up and they drop it in your trunk.
Two twenty pound bags of their favorite dry food and another forty pounds of cat litter was the find.
Knowing that at least Salem (the black and white one) and this demon know how to kill stuff and go to the bathroom outside is comforting. He gets very pissy when I try to pry him out of the sewing chair.
It's my day off. Stop looking at me like that.
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
I learned very young to never say "I'm bored" out loud or you'd find yourself sitting at the kitchen table polishing silverware, cleaning the parakeet's cage with a toothbrush and Windex, or hand whisking the stair carpets - all three floors worth. There is no end of tedious housekeeping tasks that a five-year-old can do if her Grandmother hears those dread words. Being bored was unacceptable.
Aside from forced child labor, I still have Nelly to thank for introducing me to needle, thread & hoops.
So here's the nearest reading pile. TV has too much temptation to drop in the news. We all know what's going on and what we need to do, I hope. Not that I'm putting my head in the sand. Just not letting the sand clog my eyes, ears, nose, and heart.
More about things to read soon.
No particular injury to my back, but my job (Yay! I still have one and will as long as there are lawyers) and my avocation keep me in a chair way too many hours and I'm paying for that.
I miss walking and hope to get back to it soon. New sneakers arrived just the other day. I went to the park yesterday, but couldn't even find a place to park for the families with SUVs fulla kids. Good for them. I have a yard that needs picking up and a street to stroll.
This, a reminder of Things I Used to Do and Look Forward to Doing Again, soon as Spring starts thinking about Summer. Big and Batik.
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