"Herpes?"
We are a group of ladies who solve world problems, share life's experiences and make lace. On Tuesday, June 18, 2013, as usual, not much was accomplished before lunch. Hugo's soup was green, with (on the side for veggie people). Bev arrived just as we returned downstairs and that's when the serious discussions began. Carolyn was wondering about her annuities - how her divorce agreement would affect them and who would be the beneficiary if she died. We were very helpful. We volunteered and told her we would take a great vacation in her memory and that we would even take a flat Carolyn with us.
There were some frogs jumping about as mistakes were being made. Bev shared that she'd heard that common advice was not to take a ring out in tatting. Everyone agreed that when making a ring, don't make a mistake. So Bev said that all her rings were always perfect - except for the one she had just made. Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet ! RIP IT ! RIP IT ! RIP IT !
Everyone was very happy to hear that Carolyn is sleeping again. The noises of the evening that surrounded her in the past have disappeared as she has new neighbors. It's intuitively obvious to the most casual observer that three generations of women live about her and are ready to welcome her into their fold at any time. The youngest of the three has offered to help Carolyn any time she might need an extra hand.
Carolyn told us about cooking an especially interesting roast for company years ago at her (ex-) husbands suggestion. She was willing, but not before checking with said company, " Would you be willing to eat bear?" At which point Rhoda, who had been very focused on her work (as we all usually are), offered their probably response, "No, I'm going to wear clothes."
A grandchild's joke gave us all an easy smile: Carolyn asked what kind of fish they caught during their special fishing trip with their grandfather. "The kind that swim."
There was discussion about when to get together for Prabha and Bev to learn how to cane. Carolyn suggested coming over early before lacing at the Senior Center. That will work out, but they'll need coffee at 9 a.m. No problem, Carolyn reassured them she would be on her second pot (of coffee). And, oh, if she didn't answer the door, she was still asleep. Talk got serious again as more details about caning were given by Carolyn. She admitted to not being a very good carver of handles for her woven (yes, caning leads to weaving) baskets. Rhoda un-invited her for Thanksgiving.
Did you know that "Flat" stories are being used in lots of different places? We like ours the best! Oh, the places Sally will go!
Tidbits:
Jan called to ask that her tea be ready by 3 o'clock for her brief visit.
Carolyn left her instructions home.
Kris suggested she study what she had done already and try to continue.
Carolyn gave Kris a very dirty look.
Prabha ruined Rhoda's coffee. She managed to put sugar (yellow) in both the low-test cups.
The Colorado fires were in the area that Bev had friends years ago.
Dave (Guy) turned 65 this week.
No one has heard if Tonya ordered the braclets or not.
Quills from road kill are waiting in Bev's stash to be cut up for beads. Wait, that deserves more detail:
Bev had read that porcupine quills could be gathered by flicking a towel at the dead (and smelly, which wasn't in the article) animal. The quills would stick to the towel and you could go home in your then smelly car to use them in crafts. You clean them up, dye them maybe, and cut them in the lengths you want. BEADS! Yes, they're hollow.
Techie lessons of the day: how to create a contact on your phone from a recent call; how to find where the Sept. lace day will be; HOW TO FIND THIS BLOG (the photo). Next week: de-fragging!
While sharing weekend happenings, Carolyn's eyes grew wide and she said to Bev (she had told the rest of us already), "Guess what I got from my husband?" To which Bev said, "Herpes?" Bev probably couldn't hear the real answer through all the laughter. A hug.
And that's what we send to Sally!
