You know who you are.

Ah, weaving weekend. Or weaving boot camp, if you believe my husband.
Three wanna be rag rug weavers, and me, and of course the resident cats.
Who's in charge anyway???

From september

Looms are creaking, and beaters are banging away all over the place.

From september

The studio is a flurry of activity from Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon.

From september

The only reason I am blogging right now is because everyone is happily weaving away.
Not much else to do on Saturday night in Kingsbury.

From september

I am always excited when I see how quickly new weavers catch on, and somtimes, start a lifetime of weaving.

From september

The baby kitties are staying at Tammy's for the weekend, and maybe into the week, if they are good, and I am lucky.
Let's hear it for Tammy. She is the cat whisperer, that girl, and if she wasn't so old, I would adopt her.

Everywhere there were cats on duty. It isn't easy keeping track of all this commotion you know.

From september

And someone has to do quality control.

From september

So after weaving late last night, and then weaving all day today, finally at 5pm, I was on my way home. Everyone goes off and does their own thing for dinner Saturday evening, and I check in at home for a bit. Before I left the studio, I stopped to fetch the mail. Doing so can some times be hazardous. I never want to wait for the cars to pass, and sometimes, I make a run for it.
If it's your time, it's your time. In my humble opinion.
Anyway, I get back to the car, and see this.

From september

Hmm, I am not expecting anything. No return address.
On the back of the envelope, it said this:

From september

Now you have my attention.
Then this.

From september

Now you're making me tear up.
Wow.
You know who you are.
And it isn't the money, although, yes, it will buy a big bag of cat food for the little ones.
But what it really is, is that you took time out of your day, to put this $20 in an envelope, and send it to me.
That, dear friend, makes me just want to cry. The feeling comes from a place I can't even connect with right now.
But after a busy, frustrating week, feeling wiped out, and not very effective, YOU make me feel that there is a collective conscience out there, at the other end of my fingers typing this.
And it is all good. And it makes me feel good.
And God, I thank you.
Thanks to everyone for all your encouragement, and your well wishes, and for telling me that there is a place in heaven for me, even when I feel like a fool.
Amen.