I'm A Little Verklempt

Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.

From the poem The Art of Disappearing by Naomi Shihab Nye*

I would like to personally thank each and every one of you who sent me condolences and expressions of sympathy on losing both my elderly cats in such a short time. However, Blogger doesn’t make it easy to respond individually to my comments. You will have to suffice with knowing that I truly appreciate your messages and it makes me feel warm that I have so many readers who care about me and mine. Some of you I know in person and some are friends made online and some are my Secret Readers who never post a comment but I know you’re out there. My traffic reports tell me so! Big Hugs to you all. May your threads never tangle.

Meanwhile, I managed to get the last pick of the Circus Blanket thrown yesterday just as the kids drove up in the car. Babysitting the grandchildren made me realize how much important stuff I still have in my life. We had a great time! We went to the park to play for awhile, the Princess played with Play-Doh, we all played with our mini soccer ball on the deck and then we picked the asparagus and over-wintered broccoli and watered the tomatoes. Here’s Princess In Pink ordering everyone to line up:


Notice how she’s always out of focus? Too busy to catch. And Stargazer manning the cash register:


Those gorgeous blue eyes can definitely pierce the sky — or at least this granny’s heart! Best of all when T-Man and their parents got back The Ninja took us all out for sushi. Poor sushi restaurant! They were very busy and we left them with sticky rice and fish roe all over the floor thanks to Stargazer’s eating habits! Tipped big to hopefully make up for some of the mess.

I was surprised to have made it right to the end of the blanket warp without running out of all the colours or changing the pattern from the stripes. It turned out to be a fabulous stash-buster. Check out the major-sized dust bunnies under there!


Pay no attention to the crappy selvedges and uneven beating but did you notice that I forgot to put the warp over the knee beam? Duh! Shows you how little I weave these days that I could forget what that great big chunk of dust-collecting wood is for, hey? If I’d noticed earlier I could have lifted it off, slipped it under the warp and put it back in it’s place. But I didn’t notice until...just this minute while looking at the photo. There’s yet more fuzz on the floor under the treadles to be vacuumed up but first I have to cut the cloth off the loom. Still the blanket story isn’t done because I’m not going to finish putting it together yet. There’s a Secret Project to be done first and it bugs me that I can’t blog about it! Yet. I’m saving up photos and stuff for later next month when I can safely post the details. So that doesn’t leave me much to say meanwhile! I know — anyone who knows me knows that I never run out of things to discuss. I’m sure I’ll think of something. In the meantime, I have work to do.

* If you haven’t discovered Naomi Shihab Nye’s poetry yet, I completely recommend it. I don’t even much like most poetry, but hers somehow speaks to me in a way I feel I can understand. It’s “accessible” as one reviewer put it and the fact she also writes for children helps. She is part American and part Palestinian and as a compulsive traveler a big focus is on peace between the world’s peoples. Try it; you’ll like it.