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I think she sounds wonderful, when you get to be her age, you should get to make the decisions that suit you. 
I would like to ask anonymous what age you can start behaving like this? Sure it's one thing to be 89 and telling people when things will happen, but I'm pretty sure she's been this way for well over 20 years and possibly as many as 69, which is neither as adorable nor well-earned.


How was {The Tree of Life Window} to work on?
First of all, let me say thanks for all the love on this finish. I appreciate your enthusiastic remarks. You will notice that I started this project in the mid90s and finished it in 2011. Once I got going it wasn't that bad. You had to count a lot, and I don't enjoy counting. Sometimes, though, it was a real no brainer to stitch. (Backstitch from the bottom to the top in a straight line.) So I guess that balanced out the parts where I actually had to count. I don't usually love back stitching, which I bet puts a lot of people off stitching these Frank Lloyd Wright patterns. It's not nearly as bad as it seems. And did you see how awesome it came out? 


And because of you, Ivanhoe is on my "maybe" list. 
That's a lot of pressure.


I was wondering how Orchestre Révolutionnaire et Romantique was?
I enjoyed it immensely, but the important opinion resides with the dude who actually knows something about music. He thought it was awesome. "It was interesting to hear old instruments, especially the brass which sounded so different. The orchestra was 'tight' and they played crowd-pleasing Beethoven." I was a little put off by the horn player who really went to town shaking the spit out of his early 19th century instrument. (Apparently spit valves are modern.) It was like he was going to get a prize from the bottom of that thing. Interestingly enough, I was reminded that when I was in middle school learning about the orchestra I was really perplexed by why the concertmaster had to be a violin. I didn't get why leader of the orchestra couldn't play a different instrument. (Partly curious kid, partly bad definition from the teacher.) I told this story to the dude who had a similar memory. He was miffed because, as a clarinetist, he'd never get the job.


Oh all you "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" haters! 
Today when I was at Home Goods looking for a tablecloth for my too-skinny too-oval table, this Christmas song was playing. I thought, wow, this is the worst Christmas song I've ever heard. I hope I don't ever hear it again. I think my ears might be bleeding. I'd better tell Melissa that "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" is not the song I least want to hear. I think what made it worse was that it wasn't a novelty song; it was earnest. And horrible. And I don't know what it was called so chances are I am going to hear some of it again when I least expect it. And, by the way, I'm still not ready to be hearing Christmas songs everywhere I go. I want to get through Thanksgiving first, dammit.