(What is he? I already gave you a hint…)
It’s been hotter than hell around here this week and after the zoo on Monday I just crashed and I’ve been holed up here in the AC. I’m surrounded by felted wool squares-formerly my mother’s sweaters- and I’m trying to make a quilt for someone in my family. Shhh. It’s a secret. Mr Nosy (my Buddy) in the tip of the U.P. over there in Michigan has honed one- count it-one computer skill. Reading this blog. When I call, he’s all up to date on the news of the day, so clearly there’s no keeping secrets from him if it shows up here.
When my mother died Bud was anxious that the sisters take some of her clothing because, it was, after all, good quality and we’re all vaguely the same size. Sort of. She was pretty petite. Anyway, there were bags full of L.L.Bean sweaters and I picked out a couple of favorites and then there were the rest of them. I felt sort of like a traitor taking some of the clothing to St. Vincent’s Nearly New Shop but now I’m cutting up the rest with this idea that I can transform them, kind of a recycled memory.
The other thing I’ve been trying to do is transcribe my mother’s journal entries. This should be simple enough and Bud entrusted me with all of her handwritten pages from when she started the project of documenting parts of her life toward the end there. It’s very well written. The problem is, what she documented is very interesting, but there’s a certain deja vu quality to some painful parts of my life. Some of it is how she came to be the political activist she was, but a lot of it has to do with how she grew up and came to be the mother she was. Bud would like it to be typed just as is and I’m under orders not to change a single word (I wont. promise) but thus far, every time I type a page of that I’m off on my own tangent, writing down some of thought or memory of my own.
Anyway, I’m done typing here for the day. Sophie got kibble bits under the space bar and every time I tap it, it fails and I have to go back and tap it twice. Annoying. I need some canned air. Tomorrow is, indeed, Shopping Saturday. If you go to market for the challenge (20.00) send me a link. Today I’ll be around to visit you and hopefully, comment- I’ve already been there but I’m low on words again this week.
(Summertime and the living is easy…I’m not sure what she has to smile about. She’s expecting about 8 children any second.)