Friday, July 03, 2009
Happy 4th on the 3rd and other topics
Fireworks on July 3rd?? Who ever heard of such a thing? It's a good thing I didn't go to bed early because at 9:pm the booms started right outside my window (or so it seemed). At first, i thought it was kids playing with illegal fireworks because it was so close. Get this: the next town held their fireworks tonight -- about a mile from our house. Why tonight? Because it was originally scheduled for July 1 with a July 2 rain date. Since it rained both nights, they held the fireworks tonight. HUH? I'll leave that to the calendar experts: it's like celebrating Washington's B.D. a week early because it is convenient for the government. On another subject - I have not blogged for the last couple of nights because I have simply been flat-out too tired from turning Fibber McGee's closet into a habitable room. Trust me, this is NEAT. The clock says 12:30 (a.m.) - I've been sewing (gasp!) and ironing (double gasp)and at midnight there were kids screaming and yelling out in the street, so after I went outside and did a little screaming myself (they were accompanied by their parents, no less - unfortunately our new across-the-street neighbors) I decided I had better post while my adrenalin is flowing. Going through all the odds and ends and deciding what to do with all of the little things is the hard part. I could open my own optical shop with all the old eyeglasses I found. Most of them will go to New Eyes for the Needy but I will need a couple of pairs of frames in which to put new prescription sunglasses. Next: what am I supposed to do with this item? It's an am/fm/micro-cassette player. I have no idea to whom it belonged or why it is here. Who listens to micro-cassettes with earphones? or even without them? I think the only micro-cassettes I have are in my non-functioning answer-phones. Maybe I should dig them out - I might hear voices of the dead whose messages are still recorded. But afterwards, what do I do with this machine? I haven't even gotten into the trunk, which is full of antique quilt blocks I once bought at a flea market. Anybody want to buy antique quilt blocks? And then there are the two Polaroid cameras for which they no longer make film. Speaking of film - ROLLS that need to be developed, probably of my 10 year old grandson when he was a baby. And several flash cards for my Canon, one of which had about six pictures of this on it. Another quilt I never made. God only knows what else I will find once I look beneath lids and doors and in drawers. I think I'll skip that part. Bactracking: I was in the studio every day but today and my roommate was there two days this week, which was a pleasure. On Wednesday, I finally had an arrangement on the wall that I was happy with and I left it sitting. I've been ironing and sorting, which is interminable but must be done. I'm doing a little bit of over-printing as I go through the fabrics, just to change the pace. But because I love the printing so much, I can't let myself get sidetracked from the task at hand: filling plastic storage boxes.
at 11:55 PM