There’s a proverbial “ancient Chinese curse” whose age and place of origin I cannot verify. It’s a wish that one live in interesting times. These are they. Leaving my job and relationship was difficult, and certainly not having an income is scary as hell. That’s not to oddest part, though. What’s truly interesting is my…
Saturday Rediscovered
I’ll be the first one to admit that down-time is a good thing for anyone, but the fact is that I’m just not terribly good at it quite yet. After mowing not only my own lawn but the back lawns of the three adjacent neighbors (yeah, I’ve got a little nervous energy working), I did…
Saturday Morning Fever
I rolled out of bed at 9:38am. On a Saturday morning, I got out of bed at twenty-to-ten. You don’t have to get how nice that was, but I do, and it was glorious. Busby was still snoring in his crate at the head of my bed, and Tate was curled into his accustomed little…
Starting fresh
It’s true that I’m no longer affiliated with ThreadBear Fiber Arts Studio. There is loss involved. I suspect that it will take a while to work through that loss, but I’m well, the dogs are well, and we’re all moving on. Beyond that, I’m in the first hour of my first real Saturday off in…
News from the back office
Believe it or not, I do still exist! And not only do I exist, I’ve actually been doing things. I know. It’s mystifying.
Ok. I’ve been doing lots of…
What’s up
My mom’s had another cancer issue. It is being resolved as quickly and as effectively as medical science allows, but it’s still a pisser. She’s tough, my sweet Southern Moma, but I worry about her. And I try not to get her involved with drama here. That winds up meaning calling less, though, and she’ll…
A new register for ThreadBear
After several days of me behind the counter (a dangerous situation on the best day), I’ve finally resolved our register issue. Both registers are back up and running. Please, give anyone using the left register a bit of patience over the next few days. There may be hiccups with this new machine.
A mission from Mother Mary
Yes, my mother is Mary, and I’ve received my orders. My niece is preggers with number two, and Maw-maw is hoping for a girl to knit for. I can understand that. For the time being, though, she’s looking for a textured baby blanket. She wants heirloom quality, and it needs to make sense for a…
Larger font in newsletter
Will do, ladies. My apologies. Rob asked me to take care of this after last week, and I let it fall through the cracks. I’ll take care of it immediately.
Good morning
Sunrise over the Grand River in Lansing’s Old Town neighborhood My view from the sofa is of the sun rising over the Grand River in Lansing’s Old Town neighborhood. K. D. Lang is crooning Save Me on XM Radio, and I’ve got a nice, hot café mocha with a shot of orange syrup sitting beside…