How the day flew!

 The middle of my day was making a raspberry crostata. I waited for it to bake, then shamelessly ate half of it for lunch.

As I was working on assembly, I could not help but notice the mystery mess atop my stove. I do not know the source, and I doubt it's dandruff.

So as the crostata baked away, I sprayed the bottle of Lysol that I purchased when the pandemic came over the hill to terrorize us last spring. Me, the person who drilled warm water and soap and a dishcloth to clean up the mess and another towel to dry it, into my grandchildren. I kept a roll of paper towels on the counter, and Laura was allowed to buy a new roll every couple of months. I noticed she hung one up to dry as often as possible.

And the crostata baked, and I cleaned the stove. And the microwave and the counters.

I talked to my oldest daughter, the one who may be reverting to silver hair. She is cooking turkey for one, she said. Caroline does not eat turkey and Bill is off with Ruth and Francis is off with the wind. France is somewhere out west and hopefully on the way to his aunt's house for dinner. Sacramento, I believe.

I talked to my youngest daughter, the one who will be Teutonic blond for life. She's with her husband in Florida, eating fried chicken. Her husband has so many relatives there; I guess she may be surrounded.

After lunch and supper I found and answered emails and texts from so many virtual friends, wishing me greetings of the day. That was so sweet. The part about the slow death of my phone is irritating. I must go out on Monday, and the phone store must fix my phone. If they don't, I'll just buy a new phone.

A happy Thanksgiving to all of us.

Short of ideas

 I truly have little to nothing to post about. I've reduced my life to the basics of get up, take care of the cat (who was a snotty fellow today because his food bowl was empty and "she" doesn't bother herself until her teeth are brushed and her clothes are on), eat breakfast, weave awhile, watch TV, weave some more, eat lunch, weave, TV, weave, supper, blogs, bed.

Tonight, several hours ago, I was struggling with a blog here in my office, the lighted end of the trailer. Suddenly there was a pounding on the window, but it was dark and I couldn't see the pounder. I scuttled down to the door. That's a joke; I move at only one speed.

Cathy, my neighbor was at the door, to tell me Ann had tried calling for several hours, and now I should be home from anywhere and still didn't answer, so Ann called my sister, who called Cathy, in case Cathy knew anything and now my sister would be on her way over except Cathy said wait, "I'll go check!"

So, she pounded on the window and scared the crap out of me.

That kerfuffle sorted, I talked to Ann for an hour, then deleted the pathetic post I'd begun and read blogs until now. It's an hour till bedtime, and I did accomplish a stack of towels on my shelf of inventory today, so here are some pictures.

 I hemmed almost the entire dozen of yellow towels today. I really, really need a haircut, but not until next week.

I posted their picture on the Towels for Sale page.

The next color is called rust. I really like it. I'm still listening to Edith Wharton. I'm on My Antonia, and I like it so much I may listen to it a couple more times.

And that's how I've waited for time to go by, since the last time. Let's all stay home for Thanksgiving, and probably for Christmas and New Year's. I hear those all will be celebrated this year at the White House, with large parties. I hope the house is tented and disinfected before January.

How pleas the defendant?

 Back in the beginning of time, when I had two brothers, my youngest brother was a tad wild and crazy. Before he was married he had an on and off roommate whose temperament matched his own. This young man also had a wild name that I believe he was assigned at birth, though his friends may have bestowed it at some time.

At this very moment I cannot recall the roommate's name, so I put in a call to my sister, who is eleven years more cognizant than I. If she calls me back before I post, we'll know the other young man's name.

I went into the studio one day this week, and saw the shambles on the shelf of towels, and thought of my brother and the trials of the poor dog he and his roomie lived with. My roomie being a cat, a trial could never occur.

But their poor dog would be called to  view the undisturbed evidence and asked if he pleaded guilty to eating the rug, desecrating the trash, knocking down the lamp, eating the bowl of popcorn and so forth and so on.

Being a dog, this fellow would sit with a silly grin on his face and listen to the evidence presented. At the end, the dog was allowed to plead "Not Guilty!" And my brother and his roomie would look at each other and one at a time, each would announce "Guilty!"

And the poor dog lost, two to one.

I'll bet a few of you fellows have put your dog on trial, for want of excitement after a boring day at work. Fess up. Did the dog ever win?

 

Long time since last Saturday!

 There was a terrible storm last weekend. All through Friday night, all day Saturday, shake, rattle and roll. I think there was some snow on the ground Saturday morning. The wind simply never quit. My trailer never quit rattling.

But, I had much to do. This Covid business has me in a groove. I worked steadily on the new blue warp, accompanied by the wind against the trailer. Mid Saturday afternoon I was satisfied I could finish the run of Dusty Blue towels come Sunday, and I walked my aching back to my television recliner. 

The cat came, too, and took as long to settle as did I. I had no idea how he acquired a sore back. Eventually he looked over, and I picked up the remote and powered up. Then the little finger dance to Netflix and my choices. It was Saturday after all, and I'd read in the newsfeed that Netflix was releasing all of  The Crown on Saturday. 

The little Roku device considered, and then informed me I had no service. Shake, rattle and roll from my trailer as I went down the hall to my office to ask my internet "what the hell?" Easy answer, No Internet! 

Fortunately my phone is smart enough to answer some questions, too. Yes, thousands were without power in my area. I heat with electricity, too (not by choice!), but my power was on. Our internet cable follows the electric lines, though, and repairs were scheduled for Thursday.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

It's possible to accomplish a vast amount without television and internet. All the dusty blue towels are finished, up on the color wheel at the twelve o'clock spot of honor, and available for sale. I'm a fourth done with the yellow bobbins, and they should be available by early next week.

Except, my Obama memoir arrived in the mail today. And I haven't begun watching The Crown! Choices, choices!

I must say these last four days with only my phone for company have been enlightening, and probably will be expensive. Our electric company gives us the ability to report an outage on our phone. 

Perusing this for a bit, I realized their map of lost service locations and estimated time of service restoral was a map of every electric pole they own. I could drill down to the pole causing my outage and see its estimated date of repair service was Thursday. Oh, well. I had lots of yellow bobbins to get through.

I got up this morning, had a shower and was dressed before I thought to try internet on my computer. Shazam: I had internet. I wonder if Spectrum's internet folks are riding around on the Illuminating Company's trucks, riding up in the bucket to fasten back the downed internet wires. Whatever, thanks for these fellows for being a day early for repairs.

Here's the answer for Tom:

Mary Marvel:

Grace of Selena
Strength of Hippolyta
Skill of Ariadne
Fleetness of Zephyrus
Beauty of Aurora
Wisdom of Minerva

Billy Batson:

Wisdom of Solomon
Strength of Hercules
Stamina of Atlas
Power of Zeus
Courage of Achilles
Speed of Mercury

These are the words in the current Captain Marvel. The word Shazam dates back to the 1930's.

Shazam!

 I learned only recently the meaning of Shazam! A wonderful concept. I opened my door yesterday to a shazam moment. I wonder if I should have italicized the concept one more time. I was getting ready for bed, and checked my email before shutting down. A package had been delivered.

Last night was below freezing, no environment for a package. Down the hallway, turn on the kitchen light, went to the door and found the package. The interior package was a little white box, so charming I've tossed it into a drawer I occasionally go through.

The contents, the night light I ordered the day before yesterday. Think about that. One night I muse about the need and find and order the light, the next day it appears in time to be used.

 The hall, the kitchen light switch, my bedroom, dark unless I've deliberately left on the bedroom light. The new night light is there at the top of the grill device. I could have mounted it lower, on the solid panel. I may change it.

The best picture my phone could capture last night. It's wonderful! The instant I turned off the kitchen light, it was on and beaming. Shazam! I could see the hallway.

Now we need a shazam moment to turn the country. What a monumental problem for the new president. My friend Ann despairs of explaining the voting process to a friend convinced the election was stolen. It is not possible, but a great number believe it was. They don't know the process of voting and believe whatever was in their recent Kool-aide. 

Accept that the "stealing" was done by individuals stealing away, taking up new ideas, voting for a different candidate.

I've come to realized that the loss of my two best friends in the midst of this presidential cycle by their choice, not mine, is a sad indicator of the direction we are taking, as a country. I've tried several times to bridge the chasm, and I probably will not stop trying.

It's another bright, bright sun shinny day. I off to the studio that is full of sunshine at this hour, and the blue towel length will be off this afternoon. Shazam!