Back again

First the usual complaint. I'm sick of being sick. Fixed the back, caught a cold. A bad cold. Or a sinus infection. It's getting old. I bought a new humidifier.

Well, we had a big storm for Portage County, here south of the secondary snow belt. Another is forecast starting tomorrow evening. A lot of icicles from the eaves of the new apartments.

I've sold my car and will depend on public transportation in the future. I have my doubts about the senior transport system here in Portage County. We'll see. Their website says they do not stop at senior citizen housing complexes, but the woman who answers the phone says "Of course we do!"

Then there is Uber or Lyft. My last attempt was a disaster. The app would not take my reservation in the morning for a ride at noon for the reason it did not know how busy it would be at that time. It seemed patently absurd to me. Laura gave me a clue, showing me an app that located all the Uber and Lyft cars and they all seemed to be cruising the interstate highways, fifteen or so miles away. A sort of What am I, Chopped Liver? moment.

Speaking of whom, she had a birthday last weekend. Blake (nee Emily) is next weekend. France is Christmas Eve. Blake shares a birthday with Ruth, and Aunt Flo's was in there, too. The grands are getting older. France and Laura will be 23, and are still in college. Blake is programming computers for a small company. Here's the rest: Bekka works for Lincoln Electric; Hamilton is still at University and manages a Starbucks; Laura is in her last year at Akron U; Caroline is a junior at Macalester in Minneapolis. 

Back to my physical complaints, which have been a hindrance for the last two months, I finally finished the green towels and have them on the shelf and on the web. The loom is tied up again and the next run of towels will be yellow.

Of all the colors I weave, yellow is my least favorite. Most of the rest have a silky feel to me, but the yellow dye seems different and even fulled, the fabric does not have the same hand. But they are cheerful and happy, and of course, dry dishes, etc., superbly. 

I think the last batch took me a month or more to get off the loom, and I doubt these will be ready before next year. My back still bothers me enough to limit the amount I can weave in a day. But I have a lovely array of colors yet to weave:

I just finished a wonderful book, The Boys in the Boat, Daniel Brown. It's subtitled, Nine Americans and their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics. Well researched, well written. If you are a child of the Great Depression, or a child of parents of the Depression, it will be compelling. Or a sports fan, or a history buff, or simply a decent person, it's a good book.

That's about all the news fit to print. I hope to be back sooner next time.