I'm glad my battered old charts are bringing lurkers out of the woodwork. I'm hoping that you will see that it doesn't hurt to comment.
My parents are in town. I just found out last Sunday that they were on their way back to Maine because my mother told my cousin. Not, please note, her own children. WTF? Today, I have come down with either a bad head cold or sinusitis. I'm sitting here surrounded by filth with the prospect of my mother popping in at any moment completely unable to formulate an idea or a plan. I am so fuzzy! I decided all these things together should result in skipping Library Friday; I don't want to be the one who kills an old lady by giving her a cold. Also, see: parents in town.
A few notes generated by recent posts:
- Thanks--big thanks--to Donna Jo who read the subtle bleg in my monthly goal report and sent me some PB07 lickety split. And thanks to Jenna too who also had the thought. Sometimes it is the thought that counts.
- I am so sad that Kathryn is such a shrinking violet that she couldn't tell us how she really felt about hot dogs and corn on the cob. (My suspicion regarding the latter is that you're in the wrong part of the country for it and have never had Silver Queen.) I never realized how passionate people are about hot dogs. She's not alone, my sister's boyfriend recently told me that a hot dog's not a hot dog unless it's a Sabrett. {shrugs}
- Remember how I said I was fuzzy? Yup.
Back in 2007, I told you that Tracey Moberly was cross-stitching her text messages. She was recently featured in the NPR blog's "All Tech Considered" about the meeting of art and technology. If you view the slide show, you can see a few of them. I'm still not convinced. Personally I prefer the artist interpreting Craig's List "Missed Connections" even if she's not using our medium. (Maybe that's because I loved reading those in the free local papers when I lived in New York, secretly hoping someone was looking for me. {Yes, I managed to be lonely in a city of 8 million people; okay there were only 7 million back then.})
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I'm glad I'm not the only one who cleans before their mother comes over. In fact, I sometimes ask her to come over simply to motivate me to clean up properly and not to do a "lick and a promise"!
Skipping Library Friday? I will miss reading your weekly adventures with the Library Stitchy Group. Hope you get over your head cold quickly. It's never pleasant stitching when your heads hurts.
Carolyn
Sorry about the head cold. It's nice of you to think of your library oldsters! I used to always read Missed Connections when I lived in London... I was always spinning romantic tales out of them. Good luck with the parents dropping by. I am always paranoid that if I let my house get too dirty, someone will 'pop' in.
No, you completely misunderstand me (though you are not the first person to remark, "tell us how you REALLY feel ). I LOVE corn, especially fresh corn. We once picked 100 ears because they were only 4 cents each and we ate them all (OK, some had to be frozen). Which is why you shouldn't do to corn what that hot dog torturer did to corn.
The levels of house cleanliness are:
1. Could entertain the Queen.
2. Could entertain your parents.
3. Could entertain your siblings.
4. Could entertain your bestest, bestest friend.
5. Could NOT entertain Godzilla.
Right now our house is at Danger Zone 6. I've been too sick to clean up for the cleaners, meanwhile making more messes every day. James still has the guest room covered in 30 years of photos that he is organizing and sorting. So be sick and don't worry. As long as your parents have a place to sit that is not covered in papers or books and a clean glass to drink out of, it is all good. By the way, I have NEVER achieved cleanliness Level One.
You my friend are a RIOT!! I LOVE reading your posts!!
Hope you feel better.
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