This bloggster (new word) has been shirking her duties. (August 13 was at Kris's, the 20th at Rhoda's and the 27th at the Wake Forest Senior Center.) The whole underlining thing made her not want to try again, and she hasn't much to tell, and she has lost her notes which is a mystery. Oh, wait, mystery solved! The grandsons did it!
Everyone's lace projects are progressing nicely. (Doesn't that sound encouraging?) Rhoda finished her latest Chantilly workshop piece. Carolyn and Bev are working on more tallies. What a good example they are for the rest of us - taking time to practice something that we all dread doing when we see it in a pattern. Imagine the pieces they'll be tackling and the tallies will be perfect! As a matter of fact, all tallies ARE perfect! Their shapes may differ now and then, but they're made by hand. If they all looked the same, you wouldn't be able to say, "That's the one I was making when the cat jumped on my lap," or "That's the one I was making when the ceiling started dripping on my head," or "That's the one I was making on the way to Hawaii and we hit turbulence at 35,000 feet."
Back to project progress! Sue finished the hankie edging (that might have been reported already) and has moved on to finish the square Torchon piece from Holly's workshop. Jan is knitting a beautiful, lacey hat. Betsy's has returned to her gorgeous circular piece. Her hand is almost back to normal and the other hand is so happy to have its pal back that it's working fine. Kris is loving her Finnish travel pillow. Suzette Victoria is almost ready to join the other members of the nativity scene. She's also making slow progress on the hankie edging that Holly thinks should already be finished.
There are no quotes or world problems which got solved from these last few weeks in August. Although several questions were raised: when/why/how/what with reference to interference with a country like Syria; what is the nature of the relationship between talent and skill - same, different, related?
In closing, for those who weren't at the Senior Center, this is the story of the "Safety Fart:"
As a mom got out of her brand new car, her 8 1/2 year old son let a rather obnoxious fart fill the car before he undid his seat belt. "Oh, man! My car smelled so nice, son, couldn't you have waited until you were out of the car?" asked the mom. The quick thinking son assured her, "That was a safety fart in case someone should try to steal our new car!"
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