Warping to weave.

“From time to time, people tell me, “lighten up, it’s just a dog”, or, “that’s a lot of money for just a dog”. They don’t understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for “just a dog”. Some of my proudest moments have come about with “just a dog”. Many hours have passed and my only company was “just a dog”, but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by “just a dog” and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of “just a dog” gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day. If you, too, think it’s “just a dog”, then you will probably understand phrases like “just a friend”, “just a sunrise”, or “just a promise”. “Just a dog” brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. “Just a dog” brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person. Because of “just a dog” I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it’s not “just a dog” but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. “Just a dog” brings out what’s good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day. I hope that someday they can understand that it’s not “just a dog” but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being “just a human.” So the next time you hear the phrase “just a dog”, just smile, because they “just don’t understand”.” 

(by Janace Moss, sent to me by my daughter, on Facebook.)

Just wanted to share it with you, it seemed to say it all for me.  
Because Roy is not 'just a dog'.  Trust me.


Today I took a drive, (permission granted from said head) to put on another warp.
I feel like the itinerant warper.
But my good friend, Sheila, was jonesing.  Loom bare.  No warp.  No weaving.

We got a dusting of snow last night, and today it was chilly, and the wind was whipping.

I took my spool rack and tension box with me.
She has a sweet little studio in her side yard.

I wanted to get the warp on, but also I wanted to teach her how to do it herself.

We got the warp on in time to go to Steininger's in Salem, for lunch.
I had curried butternut squash soup, and an asparagus, bleu cheese salad.......it was so, so good.

After lunch, we went back to the studio, tied on the new warp to the old one, and pulled it through the heddles and the reed, tied on, and her loom is ready to go. Whew.  We put 50 yards on this time, so she should be OK for a while.

Time to go home.
I love driving through the country side.

Someone says:

Have a nice ride.