Aren't we amazing!

 Yesterday Jan came and stationed herself on the other side of the loom, and we began. The goal was to replace forty diminishing tubes of warp with forty new tubes of warp.

That we did. When a tube was near done, she warned me to stop, and I waited while she tied the new to the old. Her help saved me from going to do that job, too. She could reach over or through to get to every spool. Alone I would have to skinny around the loom to get to the spool rack. It's so tedious.

The result was I turned the crank 1,100 turns and filled all eleven sectional bouts on the beam in one day. Actually, in ninety minutes. Isn't that amazing! Every bout but the last has a new tube of thread.

And their chubby selves wait until I get to them. Before and after:

And on to interesting news. At the beginning of this month, I lost my credit card. Six decades of a plastic card, and I lost it. I know where it went; I dropped it into the bag, in an effort to end my transaction and get out of the way of the long line behind me. Later in the day I put the bag in the waste basket, card included.

A week later I missed it, reconstructed its demise and ordered a new card. It was a tough two weeks without a card. I have another, for which I have no card. When a new one comes for that account I shred it, on the premise I do not need and will never use twice the amount of credit I permit myself.

Watching the old card on my computer, I realized recurring deductions for the old card were appearing on the new card. Hold the phone! I had congratulated myself that a couple of recurring charitable donations would go away, but there they were. I called my mighty New York bank and asked What the Hell?

Oh, yes, that deduction I'd authorized for Tree Huggers Forever, and all the rest of them, has a teensy line that says the charge can "slide up", from a discontinued card to its replacement. Furthermore, I must contact the beneficiary, not the bank. And, the only phone number I can find for the most egregious cause is 555-555-5555. Try ringing that up.

In closing, I raise my glass to the close of the most egregious presidency I've lived through. I borrowed these pictures from my hometown paper, The Akron Beacon Journal. I subscribed, by the way, and yes, the charge "slid up". Here are two photos in tribute to the man in the Oval Office.

This is one of the two mail sorting stations that served the area. The other, of course, was shut down. Look closely. Every dock has a truck unloading. There are nine trailers to be unloaded. There are three or four more in the facilities' drive. There is a yellow cabbed truck waiting to turn in, a red cabbed truck behind, and four or more waiting behind. But wait. There is a white cabbed truck waiting on the other side of the street, to turn left. 

This is a still picture. In the video accompanying, trucks are lined up on all four streets of this cross road. And here is the inside of the facility:

I wonder if an envelope I'm expecting from Arizona, since December 2, has even made it this far. So, here's to you, Mr. President. Rather reminiscent of Grant through Georgia, don't you think.