Hello Friends!

Greetings from the Windy City!  Yes, we have taken over Chicago’s title for the day because of the  incredible gusts of wind that howl around the houses. They are infrequent and noticeable! Glad to have only a short errand run this morning, even though it is above freezing.

I was just now working on my quilt class assignment when a series of three catastrophes made me stop.  First, I tripped on the cord to my iron and fell into the stove.  It’s a tiny stove so the damage was nil.  I continued on my way to the cutting board and when I returned to the iron, it had tipped over and water was all over my ironing cloth and the pieced pieces I was about to sew. Dang. Finally, as I was pressing the pieces trying to get them dry, the iron nudged the Ziploc bag that held my pieces for another block. Yep. Melted plastic bag on the tip of the iron.  I’ll need to let the iron cool off to remove it.

So, I thought I’d take a break and write a bit to you.  And then I remembered that I had forgotten a glass of water on the end table next to my chair.  Yep. Buffy knocked it over.  So the furniture is out of place while the wet carpet dries.

Life is never dull around here.

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I did figure out a term for jokes that friends repeat to each other like inside jokes: friendslang.  It can be friend   slang  or it can be friends  lang (uage).  The idea came to me when I used one of those to title a post a bit ago: Sometimes in the winter I drive with the heat on and my window open.  This is a friendslang from the hubster and myself.  We say it at least once a winter season and usually  as a note of interest, as if we’ve never said it before.

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Here’s a meditation from the Yarn Harlot, p. 56 of At Knit’s End, Meditations for 
Women who Knit Too Much

“We cannot waste time.  We can only waste ourselves.”  ~~~ George M. Adams

“Sometimes people come up to me when I am knitting and they say things like, “Oh, I wish I could knit, but I’m just not the kind of person who can sit and waste time like that.”  How can knitting be wasting time?  First, I never just knit; I knit and think, knit and listen, knit and watch.  Second, you aren’t wasting time if you get a useful or beautiful object at the end of it.”

“I will remember that not everyone understands.  I will resist the urge to ask others what they do when they watch tv.”

And, because it’s another good one, here’s page 57, too.

“Comedy is tragedy plus time.” ~~~Carol Burnett

“I remember this one gray sweater.  I used the last of a discontinued yarn and spent hours pouring over magazines and books to find the pattern that would do it justice.  I spent hours knitting it, and it dragged out into a project that took months.  I was meticulous; I corrected every mistake, pulled back every sloppy stitch.  When it was finally finished, I spent more time scouring the city for the exact, perfect buttons; the ones that would allow the wonder and the glory of this sweater to shine for all time.”

“When it was done, I put it on the bed so that I could admire it as I passed by.  Immediately thereafter, my husband, doing one of the four loads of laundry he has done in our marriage, shrunk it into oblivion.’

Sometimes time does not heal all wounds, but it can get you out of doing the laundry.”

I like her writing; it makes me smile.

Have a safe and sane rest of your Saturday!

Love,

Janet