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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The world is breaking my heart

That thought flitted through my mind tonight, watching all the youngsters leaving school. Not the world wise, friend centric Emily's, in high school, but the pre-teens and barely teens in middle school, the Laura's, who still run up the stairs two at a time and can walk five blocks to art class, thank you very much, Grandma.

Watching for Laura to come from her after school jazz band practice tonight, I saw Liam come out and begin scanning the parking lot. Liam, Joe’s skippy little brother, whose mother was thrilled to find Laura in band, too, and we could car pool into their high school future.

I texted his mother at once, Is Liam in jazz band? I just saw him. I’d be happy to bring him home in future.

Laura appeared, put her stuff in the back and herself in the front. She was well into describing some new rhythm when my phone beeped, and I asked her to check. Laura read He is!!!! Wow..that would be SO helpful, Joanne!! I have been running out of work for the past two days!!!!! Can I give you gas money?

Tears started, but I didn't let them fall. Laura wondered if she should answer and I said No, I’d catch it when we got home. “So, what other songs are you learning for your concert?”

Back at home I replied  Don’t be silly! It only makes sense. He already knows me; just tell him I’m in the front row for a faster getaway. WooHoo.

The answer Laura read caught me up short and took me straight back to the days Beth started school, and I was a working mom. Apparently moms were not to work back then because the school bus that took her from home in the morning would not drop her at the day care center after kindergarten. We sued them and lost; I’m paraphrasing, but the answer was they did not have to and so would not.

Beth spent kindergarten at my parents, going to Forest Hill, the last class of Mrs. Pollock, my kindergarten teacher. The next year, in first grade, I left work every day to pick her up and take her to day care and go back to work. When Shelly started school I employed the local cab company to take her from school to day care.

I know our problems are our own to solve. On the other hand, if there’s something to be done, step up and help, if possible. My parents did, why don't we? I know Liam and Joe’s mom is a single mother, a school teacher, an English teacher. I’m happy to make her task a little easier by a two block detour.

And now I will stop, and leave the question the news brings to me every day for the universe to ponder—how are we raising so many young people who believe senseless and brutal murdering can improve their world.

Last year

Monday, November 17, 2014

Some of us had a very good day

Not Toby, who would not face it!

Four cans of bird seed 

Filled five bird feeders, just in the nick of time.

And, Laura made jazz band.
She's so excited!

Friday, November 14, 2014

Everything old is new again

In truth, everything old about me remains old, and I’m casting about for a bit of help.

Last summer I wanted to weave again, but had no loom. This happened before, maybe five years ago. I thought I’d do some “heirloom” weaving for my grandchildren. I borrowed Shelly’s loom, idle since she’d put a full towel warp on and didn't finish before we retired. I wove off the towels, nice huck ones, gave them away, and realized I’d exhausted the desire. I sent the loom back.

Last summer I borrowed Beth’s loom, also with a full towel warp on the warp beam. This time you all were drug in too, watching the cat and me rethreading the loom to my favorite towel pattern. I wove off another fifty odd towels, and gave them all away, too.  This time I found I wanted to continue weaving, on a larger loom. Not a 44”, like the old production weaving days, but a 36” LeClerc would be very nice.

I moaned and groaned about the difficulty of locating a used loom I could love. River, a blogger friend in another hemisphere sent me a Kijiji link (apparently the rest of the world’s answer to Craig’s list), and I had a beautiful 36” LeClerc the first Sunday in October.

Shelly downsized her storage unit and sent me all the cotton thread left from weaving for us. Ann perked right up and offered to return the many pounds I forced her to keep, ten years ago. “You’ll weave something,” I assured her. She bought a kennel, instead.

I may weave clothing fabric again, some day, but for the present I’m seeing how many ways I can find to make a scarf. So far, five, and counting. I guessed I needed an Etsy shop, and that was very easy to set up. Then I wanted to put the link on my Blogger page. That was scary, and I begged Cold Lake Cathy to tell me how. Now it’s done, here’s the secret: just use the link part of the picture gadget.

If you've made it this far, wondering, here it is. I think I’ll add Facebook, too. Can’t have too much social media, “they” say, to the person who has never posted to her Facebook page. Now I have a Joanne Noragon Weaver page, too. It has a URL that would reach to Cathy’s front door. In order for it to have a URL for Joanne Noragon Weaver, it needs twenty or so likes, first. I will be so appreciative if twenty or so of you would go to Joanne Noragon Weaver and like me. Thanks so much.

As for those who wished they could wear my towels, visit my Etsy shop and see what passes for wearing towels. The link is the first icon in the right hand column. If there is advice out there, I would love to hear it,too. Thanks, again.