Bridge Cloths in Postcards 4

Rusting steam engine, Skagway AK, 2009.

Thursday I dug around in data bases and deleted hundreds of photos from my photohost. It was a little like cleaning out the linen closet or a bookcase. Friday I went to work and discovered that someone had cleaned out their linen closet. Unfortunately, I don’t need the many embroidered pillow cases or bridge cloths with matching napkins…all hand stitched.

Nor did I need the fighting duo as my desktop. Grrrrrrr…….clang, BANG!

To quiet things a bit, I changed my focus to the quiet of Alaskan views. I need quiet as I have been losing things again with a certain lack of dignity. I took my partial out while brushing my teeth in the car, and later I couldn’t find it. Yesterday, I managed to lose my Visa card just after using it at the cleaners. Both days, the lost were found in the car.

Maybe I will go buy that grey on grey plaid hand sewn bridge cloth after all. The perfection of it’s stitching to remind me of the fallibility of my behaviors.

• Himself: Saved lots of folks money, and he had a great day. Didn’t find any new movies worth watching.
• Herself: Got all the new cookbooks shelved, and filled two shelves with new children’s books. Some really good stuff too.
• Reading: The last of the Miles volumes. Off to the Ortiz estate sale. Eddie was my father’s best friend, and he faded out of our lives as Gunny’s alcoholism grew worse.
• Balance: Not talking while G is gone today as I lost my voice yesterday. Too much beep beep at the Con.