America will always prevail

Warren Buffet said that, America will always prevail. One of these times we will get it right. We reinvent every time. But so effing slowly. And it all must be the law of the land, or it does not stick. So, let's make sure people go to the polls.

I wrote about the two hour line the first day of early voting. I didn't include the big human interest story of the man who collapsed twice in line, and the second time left in an ambulance. Well, he made it back to the line this week, and cast his vote.

No, I did not make that tree of life wall hanging. But I easily sussed out how it was made. I have a cone of cotton cord that I have not been able to dispose of for grandchildren and cat's cradles. Perhaps some cold winter evening I may sit in front of the fire and make it.

If anyone is interested, I'll write out what I think is the procedure and send it along. It's a new take on macramé, all the rage in the seventies. My most complicated piece was a Roman shade, and the hardest part of that was correctly stringing the cords so the shade folds rose and fell evenly.

A bizzy weekend. The cerise towel yardage is off the loom and in the dryer. If it comes out before I post, I'll include a picture. But probably not.

I downloaded a series of Willa Cather novels, last read in college. The bad part is that my MP3 indexes by author, and at this point I have to remember how many I've listened to in order to move along in an orderly way. When I have to charge it up again, I'll delete the ones I've listened to. Probably except Death Comes for the Archbishop. It is so lovely I could listen several times.

There was a kitchen adventure this afternoon. I bought a butternut squash when last shopping. It's been on the counter going on two weeks, wondering why I didn't cut it. And I, eyeing it from time to time, wondered if I could cut it, or would have to call my sister. I invited her to afternoon tea and cutting my cabbage in half, recently.

Watching her at that cabbage though, I realized it's like loading and unloading a van load of very heavy totes and display equipment. It's all about leverage. We never did get to weaving gossamer, and cotton is so heavy.

Aren't they beautiful! An hour and a half bake in the oven, I had one for supper and one for tomorrow.

Washed, dried and folded. My work today is done.