Bridge Cloths

Rusting steam engine, Skagway, 2009.

Thursday I dug around in data bases and deleted hundreds of photos from my photohost.  It was a little like cleaning out the linen closet or a bookcase.  Friday I went to work and discovered that someone had cleaned out their linen closet.  Unfortunately, I don’t need the many embroidered pillow cases or bridge cloths with matching napkins…all hand stitched.

Nor did I need the fighting duo as my desktop.  Grrrrrrr…….clang, BANG!

To quiet things a bit, Ommmmmmmm, I changed my focus to the quiet of Alaskan views.  I need quiet as I have been losing things again with a certain lack of dignity.  I took my partial out while brushing my teeth in the car, and later I couldn’t find it.  Yesterday, I managed to lose my Visa card just after using it at the cleaners.  Both days, the lost were found in the car. 

Maybe I will go buy that grey on grey plaid hand sewn bridge cloth after all.  The perfection of it’s stitching to remind me of the fallibility of my behaviors.

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Himself:  Saved lots of folks money, and he had a great day.  Didn’t find any new movies worth watching.

Herself:  Got all the new cookbooks shelved, and filled two shelves with new children’s books.  Some really good stuff too.  Dissapointed that more friends here are tired of Comic Con photos and aren't leaving notes.  Worried about Kay, of Kay's Musing, who vanished into a Haitus.  Joan called from a nursing home upstate.  She's "stressed," and she says the food is so bad she can't eat.  I worry.

Reading:  The last of the Miles volumes.  Off to the Ortiz estate sale.  Eddie was my father’s best friend, and he faded out of our lives as Gunny’s alcoholism grew worse.

Balance:  Not talking while G is gone today as I lost my voice yesterday.  Too much beep beep at the Con.