stitchwhich: (Lego Viking Woman)
Our willow is beginning to shed leaves. It hasn't hit the heavy dropping stage, just the sort of shedding that we get after a hot, hot summer and then wind moves in to usher the seasonal change. Hurricane Matthew continues to be watched. We are supposedly heading west this weekend to crash with friends who live in the country (yay, a botany major's fall harvest on the table! Yum!) and then attend a meeting in the middle of Saturday elsewhere. It will take longer to get to, or from, the meeting than the thing is scheduled to last but sadly, I must attend so I can pick up fence posts and sheet walls from the guy who'd borrowed them from me last spring. It really is tempting to throw the whole idea to the wind and simply drive to the guy's house on Monday since he lives only 90 minutes from me rather than the six hours we'll be driving to get to the meeting. We are due for heavy rainfall Friday through Sunday but Monday is pretty clear. Ah, but we'd not be visiting Ken & Jael, and missing all the storm-surge flooding in our area over the weekend. It should soak back down by the time we head home Sunday afternoon. But still - three hours on Friday, six hours on Saturday, three more hours on Sunday... I really don't feel up to all that driving just for a quick meeting, even if we get to visit friends as the better bookend part of it. Our house sitter lives where flooding is normal during storms so is more than happy to relocate to our place for the weekend. We somehow ended up with a place that is about a foot higher than the surrounding area so (knock wood) have never flooded even when our next door neighbors have water in their living rooms.

I've been painting sheet walls for the last couple of days. Just a simple badge in the upper right corner of each wall but 22 badges do make for a lot of time bending over a table. Those are done and now I'm inspired to finish a very fancy sheet that I'd started last spring and had to set aside. I should be frying up ground beef to freeze for the event but the paint, it beckons. Expect to see some photo before I fold the thing up for packing.

Stormy weather has brought on another headache. I suppose I should consult with a doc and let them diagnose 'cluster migraines' but it seems rather silly given that the main treatment medication isn't something I can use so Motrin or Tylenol will be what I can take for the pain. So why waste the doc's time with something he can't treat and I'm just going to have to tough out? Especially something as medically hazy as 'cluster migraines'?

One of my most difficult food-intolerant diners has had to back out from coming to the event. She was 'difficult' only in that her sensitivity was one I'd never heard of before and necessitated a lot of pre-cooking for things I'd normally buy ready-made. Of course, all of those are prepared now. Poor lady, though. I can't imagine living with such a restriction. (She cannot have carrageenan, which hides in 'processing' so is often not listed in the ingredient lists on food packages.) She was really looking forward to the event but her doc has nixed it.
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The problem with 'feeling better' is that one's brain starts to write cheques that one's body (or time) cannot cash.

For instance, I'm cooking for 14 or so people in a 5-day camp next month and (cheque written) need at least two new tunics or gowns. It finally occurred to me that while I have a perfectly acceptable sleeveless surcote-styled apron, what I don't have is but one gown and one tunic whose sleeves can be rolled up to stay out of dishwater or flour in a bowl. Oops. And all of my tunics are linen, nice enough that I'd rather not chance staining them while spending each day in the kitchen. So I must sew myself some new garb. I have piles of fabric in my craft room that are in the 'need to use up' category of cotton so I think a few kitchen tunics which can later be donated to Gold Key as "Men's tunics" are the ticket. They will be plain as all-get-out but sturdily made. Because I have so much free time between now and then...

I'm mulling over side dishes for the event. We will have two evenings with everyone onsite so one will feature Rolled Thin Pancakes (a Chinese/Mongolian 14th century dish) along with ham lumpia, the modern descendent of RTP. I've never served either of these with sauces or side dishes but wonder if I should. Usually people just stuff themselves until they look at the next batch with horrified longing. So maybe those don't need side dishes. But the next meal will be a selection of sausages the men (it's mostly men) can grill over my little tripod campfire while they are hanging out after the fighting and archery sessions and I should have something to go with those. I have one diabetic besides myself to consider but I think that I'll do something specific for us two and for everyone else try something like mashed parsnips & carrots with cheese. I don't know. Got a suggestion for something I can take along which won't require too much cooler space? My cooler use is going to be awful!

And there is the painting of 22 new sheet walls, three hanging baskets to fix the chains on so they can actually hang (I've not much hand strength so this is in fact a chore), a kitchen layout to map so this year's try will not be as chaotic as last year's, a hangerroc to finish hand-sewing, and things that have slipped my mind right now but which will surge back as soon as I am laying in bed trying to sleep again.

I haven't ridden my sweet trike yet. A tropical storm followed by the flu has set that back. I can't wait to get on it now. Maybe this evening after the heat of the day passes. Until then it will be the last of my camp wall sewing, a mountain of laundry, and writing my after-Pennsic deputy mayor report. Oh - and checking out amazon prime for a solar phone charger. Gotta get that charger. Oh, and get to the commissary for this week's food supplies.
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In a little while we will be going to a five-day camping event. I have to be honest - the only reason I am looking forward to the event is that I will be cooking for about 10-15 people and that makes me all squeely-happy. I've been happily contemplating my menu and my diners for months now. But I threw the invitation open to everyone in our camp (it is a small camp) and now have a couple who will be on the plan who will be camping for the first time in about 17 years. No, longer than that - Pennsic 17 was their last event. He is handicapped with fibromyalgia and diabetes complications. That doesn't affect my menu planning much at all since I, too, am diabetic. There will be plenty to eat for him and I without shorting the selections for the normal (and the food-sensitive) folks.

I am ashamed to admit that I am now dreading the event because of this couple. They are open-handed and kind folks... but he's been shut up in two rooms of their home for years now and is one lonely garrulous man. Constantly talking about himself, his past jobs, honors, and actions for hours on end. Hours. And any sign of disinterest results in smoldering rage cumulating in a dramatic flounce of some sort.

They will be there the first day, which is normally a light one, just one or two tents in camp and few in the event at all. So will I since I am the camp master for the household camp. They know only a handful of people from our baronial group, who will likely be camping in a spot too far away from him to be able to visit. Which means that I anticipate he will be sitting in my kitchen nearly full time, talking.

I understand his loneliness and his need to connect with people, to feel validated and worthy. And I can usually support that with an open ear for an hour or so. But after that I begin to want to run away... too introverted, I guess, because I end up exhausted after interacting with him.

I have no idea how to reduce the amount of time I'll be, well, subjected to his self-focused verbosity. The last time I tried to change the subject to something more up-to-date and general he went into a pet and "quit" the SCA within a half hour of walking away. That's on him, I know, and not my problem. And to be far he was going through a difficult drug withdrawal as they were experimenting with various types to try to alleviate his pain.

But how - especially as a Peer - do I create an open dining area such as I've had in the past inside our tent and at the same time divert him from spending all of his time sitting there monopolizing the conversation with bragging and 'instructing'? Politely? Got any useful phrases or actions you could suggest? I don't want to hurt his feelings or make him feel unwelcome but at the same time, I will be basically chained to my kitchen - by design - and that means I am a sitting duck.

I'm guessing that this is a time-worn problem so there has to be some coping skills in history somewhere, yes? "Garrulous old man you can't escape" has got to be fairly common in village/castle/town life?

[Edit] In the manner of things, once I'd typed this and left it to try to sleep I thought of a couple of strategies. One would be to simply be honest with the man and tell him that I am far more introverted than I appear and that I need quiet to balance out the socializing that will come at each meal. If he can be quiet around me, I could deal with him always being in the dining area. And, since our tent is divided in half with the front half the 'dining/hosting area' and the other a kitchen on one end and our sleeping area in the back, I can just pull the curtain between the kitchen and the dining area (the sleeping area's curtain is always closed) and say that I am going to rest. That I'd be doing so by sitting in a chair stitching on something is beside the point. Additionally, I plan on offering our little collapsible wagon to him & his wife so they can tote their chairs and beverages with them and send them out to visit the nearby 'village' (artisan's row), merchant area, and even the archery range. I only need that wagon once or twice a day to fetch refilled water jugs.
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I have acquired more stuff. On Friday we travelled to a Sam's Club out of our area so I could get a shiny red tricycle rather than the shiny gold ones available at our local store. Yeah, we checked out regular bike shops first but the price difference for the rather boring and mundane model that I wanted was huge - I'm not ready to spend a minimum for $500 for a bike when I don't even know for sure that riding it is going to be something I can maintain! So - shiny red bike came home in a box. Sunday morning, after he woke up and saw that I was desperately fighting to get to sleep, my man waited until I'd succeeded and built the bike on his own, letting me sleep for eight hours rather than waking me up to be a part of the Trike Building Team. There is now a long scratch through the paint on the support leading up to the handlebars - and I don't care. Because he sunburned the heck out of himself and sweated a few pounds, too, so I could have my new toy for this week's increase in my physical activity plan. I'll get some car paint to dab onto the scratch marks. Or maybe just by some reflective paint and decorate right over it.

Riding a trike is weird. You can't lean into a turn. In fact leaning seems to be counter-productive, as it misaligns the rider to the bike frame. That is going to take some getting used to and will likely impact any decision about buying a regular bike down the line.

I've been researching headlights and tail lights. I already know that I will most likely be riding during the night so those are quite important. I don't know how it is in your area but my little corner of suburbia has few sidewalks, if any, and we are legally required to ride out bikes on the roads... where reckless drivers can ram us on their own terms. Or so it seems. Which is one reason why I'd rather ride at night - fewer cars on the roads and bright lights on my trike will make me far more visible than I shall be during daylight cruising beside parked cars and trailers on the sides of the roads.

I am not actually required to buy a helmet. My own doctor told me that I needn't, pointing out that since helmets are normally worn to protect a rider from damage while falling and the likelihood of falling off of a tricycle is about 5%, it is not necessary for me to wear one. (He said that if I were to be riding and fall because I'd been struck by a car, then there would be a lot more to worry about than head injury. Likely he is right about that but the cautious part of me is still looking at a helmet. If I can wade through all of the ones offered online. Good gravy! It is worse than porn!

Saturday we delivered the small fridge to its new owners and came home with my 15K89 Singer sewing machine. Which does not have an operator's manual online. I shall have to use the 'generic' 15K manual. Oh, and it does come with a case. So this is what I've got now.

I haven't tried to use it yet and likely won't until I get the 22 sheet walls for our GDH camp perimeter sewn and painted. Or at least as painted as they are going to be by mid-October.
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We visited Whole Foods today. We did not escape with our debit card unscathed. However our mouths and tummies are pretty durned happy (good bar-b-que ribs. Yum) I especially like their "hint" water, which is water infused with fruit flavor but no sugar or sweeteners. I had the apple-pear one on the way home, which I learned too late actually had caffeine in it, and am saving the blackberry and the pineapple for tomorrow's meeting.

They had a small reseal able container of "sangria" herbal tea for sale. I gave in and bought it. This one -> (I should hit "help" and remember how to do embedded links, shouldn't I?) With monk's fruit as my sweetener it tastes okay. Not grand, but that was the first brew and I was winging it on amounts. It seemed a little weak but that may be a good thing since it is currently chilling in the fridge to be packed for tomorrow.

Tomorrow we're joining our Horde Brothers in our annual Khuraltai meeting. It's always nice to see the ones from out of our area at something other than Pennsic. I'm looking forward to the day even though it will start for us in about five hours. We have to be on the road by 5:15. Sheesh! We can sleep in on Sunday.

It appears our air conditioner has died. Or at least leaked out all of its coolant. Service calls will be made on Monday.

Sheep walls

Nov. 3rd, 2015 03:36 am
stitchwhich: (Lego Viking Woman)
Okay, so I made a new one. At some point I should makes something a little more classical in its depiction of sheep, but for now this one amuses me.
stitchwhich: (Lego Viking Woman)
I'm avoiding working on a scroll - the paper I chose for the thing (Bristol) is very thick so my light-board isn't working well. I'm not an artist, can't draw worth a darn, so need the silly light-board in order to get anything done. But it is so dim on the other side of that Bristol paper that I actually took my glasses off and had my face hovering a few inches above the surface so I could squint enough to see the images shining behind. I have the bottom edge design traced out and am only needing to draft in the left edge patterning and then - OMG - do the text. Which, btw, will be traced with an extra-fine Sharpie pen and not callig'd. This is because I "wrote a cheque from an empty account". I haven't had a chance to practice any calligraphy and being a leftie means that it takes me a bit longer to get up to speed. The two scrolls are due this Saturday morning. I shouldn't have volunteered to do them but I got my time sense confused and thought I had an extra week to get them done after the camping event.

My meal plan was successful as far as the diners went. I was unhappy with the level of disorganization that I had and grateful that I had a 'memos' app on my phone so I could make a list for myself in the middle of the night, that being when solutions to problems seem to become clear and elegant. If I'd waited until morning they'd be lost forever. The biggest difficulty was my own lack of ease in getting things done. This would have been alleviated had I asked for a kitchen helper every day instead of trying to do it all myself and if I'd stored the dry goods in bins sorted by meals. Asking someone to lay out the items in a small 'breakfast' bin while I started the hot water on the stove would be such a step up from my own rooting around in a giant bin pulling out boxes and jars while folks hovered in the public area waiting for their coffee and oatmeal and the unneeded items had to be placed on any convenient surface while I found the breakfast or lunch items.

I learned that my 'food restriction' person had given me, as we suspected, a list of foods that were a blend of dangerous-to-her ones and personal dislikes. As she said on Friday when I mentioned that I might just end up scrambling everyone's eggs on Saturday, " I don't DO scrambled eggs!" I bit back the reactive "Then you can just eat oatmeal if you are lucky, b*tch" thought that immediately crossed my mind. (I was in pain and very cold, it being a little over 40 degrees, so grumpy.) Later in the day she mentioned that she had been through a three-month elimination diet with no appreciable results so I am giving her the benefit of the doubt that she may not actually know what is causing her intestinal discomfort. I imagine it must be quite frustrating to find that some foods create dire effects one day and yet not on different one, with no medical explanation of why or the common factor. Nonetheless, she will not be on my meal plan next year.

Oh, did I mention that I am already planning on doing it again next year? I did enjoy it even through the frustrations of my disorganization. It's been years since I've cooked a meal plan for more than four people. Probably a full decade, actually. And I ended up with 5 more people on it by Friday - the head of a household who'd asked after the plan just 12 hours before I was due to leave home told his shire members that they were on it. Which I learned after they arrived two-by-two from out-of-kingdom. But with the help of a person swinging by the grocery store after their trip to Lowe's, we had plenty for everyone. They loved the chawettes, they loved the lumpia, and they adored the SOS. Which made me giggle - of all things boring SOS seems to be the one that people greet with raised eyebrows and then come back to the kitchen sniffing hopefully for seconds.

It was cold at night. Just barely above freezing. We slept warm though, and shared Bossman's air mattress instead of setting up our normal two beds. I had expected that the arrangement wouldn't work - he normally sleeps catty-corner on the mattress so he can fit. But instead we fitted together just fine. I guess old habits are not ever lost. :) The mattress was difficult for me on the days he wasn't there as I could barely get off of the thing but once he got on site I was fine so long as he was in the bed while I was exiting. I needed that extra firmness to push off from! Before we left home we went to a secondhand store and bought a couple of quilted bedspreads to take with us for the bed. I'd meant to buy only one but there were two that matched and he wanted both of them. So after two thin wool blankets were laid down one quilt (King sized!) followed, then our down comforter, then the other matching quilt. They were large enough that I could tuck the ends and the foot-level bits of the sides under the mattress, which effectively kept the blankets from sliding off the mattress during the night. Those things are not designed for tucking in one's bedding. The plan was to return the quilts to the store as donations, effectively 'renting' them for the duration of the event (a whole $14us!) and keeping us from having to find new storage space for them, but he likes the ugly things so now they are packed into a vacuum-sealed bag and put away on top of the camping gear for next Pennsic.

We had brought a small but powerful propane heater with us. We never needed to use it. We did finally figure out that it was useful on Sunday morning for the gathering area while folks had their breakfast and coffee/tea though. It was nice to have that hot air blowing on us.

The Great Dark Horde camp had six brothers camping in it and eight chagua. We had a couple of Brothers have to cancel plans, durn it. I made twelve new sheet walls for the camp to go with the six I'd already made - there were no more than that there. No one else made or brought any. Luckily for my morale, I had only expected one more wall to show up, as I knew that most of thems who made walls were not going to be able to attend. I just bought more sheets to launder and cut into new walls. Hopefully if I do a set of two sheets every payday we'll have enough by next WoW. Friends of ours who live in Clarksville are going to let us store the household's camping supplies (sheetwalls and poles. Maybe a fire bowl) at their place so we can have them consolidated. Having each of us store and bring a personal set of supplies was good in theory but rotten in practice. Next week, after our Baronial Investiture event is over I shall start painting designs on the walls with the help of some of my khanate members. That will be fun.
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Wow, what a nice weekend... I spent most of Friday sewing a new cote for a friend who's on the King's Guard - his "real" cote is all hand sewn (and didn't the blanket stitching along the raw edges of the cloth where his buttons & buttonholes are going to be placed take me for freakin' EVER!) - *ahem* anyway, I had enough cloth left to make him a second cote so I did although it took 13 pieces of cloth to create enough whole fabric to make his final sleeve. The temptation to leave it off and tell him the story of the Princess and her 7 brothers was hard to resist. So I had the hubby, who was traveling to Crown Tourney with the guy, hovering above me at the kitchen table while I sewed and edged as fast as I could (I have now learned that a G-63 takes me about 7 hours to sew if I only handfinish the parts that will be seen). And then the pressure was off. I called my PT tech and canceled therapy that day, which earned me a precious extra hour-and-a-half just in travel time. So I did my exercises, resisted the urge to call her and tell her I really did just finish them, and then took a nice nap (while washing my traveling clothes, of course, which I'd finally thought about locating). Got up, packed, and out of here in less than 30 minutes only to walk into the nastiest weather I've seen in a while. The rain was not too bad, in amount, it was the wind and gusts blowing the rain horizontal that sucked mightily. Driving was a challenge and crossing the high spots in the freeway overpasses (and the long drive above the water of the bay) was really, um, interesting. I made a game of counting how many phones I saw dropped as drivers had to use both hands and how many elbows went horizontal as folks clutched their steering wheel (you can see a lot through the back window of the car in front of you). But past Williamsburg, the rain and the wind went bye-bye and the driving conditions were just as I love them - a clear night with a dry road. Very nice. Seven Nations and John Cougar Mellencamp were in my CD pile so that's what I sang along with (I'm silly enough of about driving that I change out CDs only when the car isn't moving... my arms don't reach far enough to do that and keep good control on the road. This means that I'll be hearing the same album for at least one repeat so I have to really *like* it to bring it along for the drive.) John Denver and Jimmy Buffet stayed home this trip...

So I made it to where ever it is that Magnus and Michalena live ("just go to one o'clock on the Beltway and take exit 25...") and snuggled in with good friends. Michalena looks really good - her new hair color is startling only when you really think about it. Otherwise, it fits her so well that I didn't notice it wasn't natural. As in "this color found in nature" natural. She's a lot more relaxed and smiling than I remember too. That was grand. Breakfast the next day was grand. I don't do breakfast, normally, but I'd be a rare fool to pass up handmade apple sausages and pancakes. Then we were off to the GDH meeting, which was carried on with the style only my Brothers do well, and then we stormed an unsuspecting Chinese Buffet (okay, so we called ahead and warned them. Sheesh. We're Mongols, but not barbarians!) and back to the house for w-a-y too much fun chattering. I have never had a chance to really sit and talk with Ro (Mistress Rowena, past Society A&S Officer) for more than a few minutes... that evening we talked so long that I didn't leave Herdon until long after midnight (others talked too, but them I knew!) thanks to her stories, and Chon's, Chimbai's, Master Thomas'.

The drive home was another clear and dry one so I celebrated by buying a banana moon pie in Williamsburg and eating it before reaching Norfolk. (Actually, it's one of my strategies for a sugar-boost if I'm getting sleepy and am close to the end... a little sugar goes a long way when you don't normally eat it. Especially when combined with caffeine.) Then my blessed waterbed welcomed me (the cat didn't) and I was oblivious to everything for about 10 hours...

Shawn, through his room-mate, took me and Arni out to eat at the Outback for Mother's Day. It was weird but nice. Weird only because his roommate used to be a friend of ours (he's about 10 or 11 years younger than me) and now he's my son's friend and treats me like "the mother of my buddy" - which drives me crazy and leaves me unsure of how to react. I'm quite sure that my initial - and squashed - reaction of anger isn't the best one. The guy is old enough to be my kid's dad, for pity sakes, so the changed status from "member of the household/friend of equality" to "son's buddy and guy who assumes he's in charge of my kid's world" is, well, insulting to me, but not something I can explain to him (or anyone else) well enough to illustrate the reason. And it isn't meant in an icky way or anything - he's spent the best part of three years hanging out with young folks who are starting life - it's the environment he's grown accustomed to, while we've suffered a serious burnout and have reduced our circle of friends and activities. So really, Arn and I during the week are pretty boring - we don't play video games, go to every movie as soon as it's out, or hang out in pool halls... (I do remember those days. Boy, was I young.) But it really, really, bothers me when he assumes finaicial responsibility for my son (Shawn's new job hasn't lasted long enough for the first paycheck - you know the "three week" beginning pay gap). It *really* bothers me. It smacks of the manipulative things some acquantainces used to do to non-verbally show me that WE weren't good parents and so THEY would take care of our poor, poor, mistreated son... Thank goodness this will pass as soon as Shawn is settled in his new job and won't need the temporary boost. I'm really proud of that boy-man and of how well he handled his firing/job search... I've seen too many folks fall into such a depression that they just wouldn't look for a job, but he didn't and he handled life so gracefully that most folks didn't really notice he was unemployed. He's done a damned fine job of gowing up.

Zack called from Las Vegas and wished me a happy day and wanted to know if I liked my package. It hasn't arrived yet, so I have something to look forward to. Two somethings - the package opening and then the phone call to say thank you.

It's all good.

I found that not only am I moving better thanks to the PT, but I'm losing weight again - probably as a result of being able to move and do things. My activity level has really increased and I'm celebrating a new "hey I can do that!" surprise nearly every day. That can continue for a long, long, time. I'm liking it.

Humility chewed me out when I got home on Sunday morning (is 4:30pm "morning" or "night" if one hasn't slept yet?) but she's since decided I need remedial cat/human training and has been taking me in paw every few hours to coach me through petting and grooming sessions. I can't change locations in the house without bringing the furbrush with me. Heh.

Very comfy

Apr. 28th, 2005 01:15 am
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I visited my son Shawn today and got a look at his new digs. He has so much more room than he had living at home! And a good eye for arranging furniture, too. I'm sure he got that from me. :)

Reading folk's LJs is more interesting than reading DiaryLand, I'm beginning to think - the privacy ability means that things aren't always worded for public consumption so I think we see more of who a person really is although it's easy to forget that things typed at speed at one hour may well be worded more because of a stubbed toe or a lousy meeting with a boss than they might reflect the longer-lasting feelings of the author. Or so I hope. I like to believe that my friends are full of the milk of human kindness and the virtue of charity... but irritation does need an outlet and where better than someplace non-confrontational and easily erased or explained? I think we get virtual hugs faster here than by picking up the phone in the middle of the night or a busy workday. Well, sometimes, anyway.

I didn't do my PT exercises today. Bad me. I forgot and now Arn's asleep on the bed where I'd need to do them. The floor's not impossible, just full of white cat fur. And the vacuum cleaner would gain me half a clean carpet before a sleepy bear came charging out of the bedroom to rend the power cord from the appliance. So I'll marinade lightly in guilt and take care of that in the morning. Wonder if it works like daily vitamins, "take at the same time every day and if you miss a day, take as soon as possible then continue with the daily dose"... so if I workout in the morning and then again in the afternoon, that will count, right?

I went up to Richmond on Sunday and attended a Great Dark Horde meeting with my Khanate, which was fun. There's only three of us in this little sub-division of the household and it turns out that all three of us are Pel/Laurels, which is even more of a hoot. (We hadn't noticed and since I just got my laurel last September, it's not like that coincidence had been long in developing.) I had actually gone up there to help sort and catalogue a late friend's research work... six hours, we spent, sorting and counting Finnr's looseleaf and Xerox binders. It was the kind of button-counting work I enjoy but throughout the day there was a bittersweet tinge in the air. I still miss him. The work lit a fire under my tail, too. When I go, I don't want my friends to squirrel away my research notes for two years because there's so much of it in an order that only I carry in my head. I'm going to start now in sorting and labeling my stuff. I had been doing that anyway, but not to a level that would have helped someone else easily find information. So now I've got a model to reference for my own collection.

Okay, done with typing. Back to the salt (sewing table) mines...
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