
Early this morning, they started planting the trees. One clump of silver birch, one red maple, and two sugar maples.


Five years ago, I met an old acquaintance on the Thruway at an exit near Rochester. She was coming from Pittsburg. We traded looms. Crazy? Probably. But she wanted the loom I had, and I wanted the Cranbrook that she had.
I brought it home, and put it in the attic for storage. Then I bought the house in Kingsbury, and set the Cranbrook up there.
And there it has been for four years. Waiting for me to find the time, and the courage, to tie it up, and start weaving on it.
I wound a warp on it last week, and today I finished threading it. Finally, it is ready to go.
Another thing on my list I can mark done. Pictures later.
I have decided not to stress out about the squirrels. Yeah, they have to be evicted, but I will do it a step at a time. I can decide not to get undone over it.
There are certainly bigger problems in the world than mine. In fact, in the scheme of things, I don't really have much to complain about.
So I am not going to.
When I think about complaining, I will make another list.