home update.

I wrote it over here today.

Many thanks for the kind and thoughtful replies on Facebook.

relapsing

I've been filling orders for fat baggies and I keep coming across little pieces of cloth and saying "No! This one is mine." and stashing them in the River basket.

Although I don't know where this is taking me, I'm thinking it's a good thing.

(and for whatever digital reason the piece behind the red is really as green as holly in person)

poised for mayhem

I'm going to need something to calm me down over the next day or so. I plan on finishing this little folly for a friend who admire it a while ago. As of tomorrow morning, I'd rather be anywhere else, but I'll have to be here and bear it.

I finally bit the bullet and have made arrangements to have our long dead  HVAC plant replaced. A team of men are scheduled to start work at eight and the whole thing should be up and running by lunch! His lips to God's ears!

The company rep was here yesterday and I'm satisfied that my husband would have approved. Not the cheapest outfit or equipment available, to be sure, but the best for the house. Step one in restoring home. Heat and AC for the first time in many years. Civilization!

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Voodoo  1998-2015   

finishings

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 I've been sitting with this one for a couple hours now and am satisfied that it's done, on the surface of things. Tomorrow, while the turkey is in the oven, I'll back it with something appropriate and try to decide on how I want  to orient it so I can stitch my mark in the corner.

Voodoo has sequestered himself on the floor level of a large bookcase where I keep just a bowl of clean water for them. He is studying the infinite, slumbering and dreaming. It's been a very good life.

I'm thinking the one below will win out.

When Charlie was younger, he'd snatch you bald-headed if you gave him a chance. I wore my hair up in a bun for about six months.  He's stopped pulling my hair, thank goodness. Now he will stroke my bangs when I hold him and if I'm down on the floor with him, he'll get behind me and pull the loose ends free of whatever clip I've put my hair up with, carefully, gently.  I caught him at it today with my phone and finally realize that he's singling out the white hairs.