Ugh. Everyone has been squirming all week, waiting for this spring blizzard that was promised us here in the north country.
It didn't happen.
It's OK. I do not mind being fooled in this case. Lots of drizzle, varying types of precipitation, gray skies. Good stuff.
Finished this order today.
And took two other rugs off the loom that were underneath it.
This is the time of the year that I start making rugs that look like spring to me.
Rugs and cats. Rugs and cats. I feel like I should apologize.
Maybe I should call this blog THE CATS OF KINGSBURY.
But today was a day of success. We took Ringo to the vet today, and he came back a little calmer, and a little less likely to pick fights with the other male cats in the neighborhood. The vet said he is about a year and a half old, and he has a heart murmur. He is also very friendly, he came right up on the porch, and wanted attention. He purred and cried, and was definitely more interested in getting petted, than he was in getting fed. I almost felt guilty putting him in the carrier and taking him to be neutered.
L said that she hoped he didn't belong to anyone.
Well, if he did, they are lousy cat owners. He is fighting his way across town, he is skinny, and crying, and his life is at risk every day.
He is one more cat that I wish I could find a home for. L let him go, but he didn't go far. He was still on the porch when she left.
So many homeless cats, so few people who want them.
It keeps me awake some nights. I know that I am doing what I can.
Why doesn't it feel like it's enough?
OK, now for a quiz, kind of.
A lady emailed me, and asked me if I could weave some shmatas for her.
I said, HUH?
So, finally, she sent me a piece of one.
Shmata means "rag", but she liked these so well, she had them on the arms of her couch.
Then someone came into her house and shrieked that they were just meant to wipe up spills!
The weft is a mystery.
Has anyone ever heard of these? And what are they made of?
WTH is a shmata?
When I was about 11, on April Fools's Day, I decided to switch the salt and the sugar. It was a foolish thing to do, but hey, I was a kid, and it seemed like a good idea. I did it specifically to trick my mother, since she was the tea drinker. I remember it clearly, she put two big heaping teaspoons of what she thought was sugar in her tea. Then she took a big gulp, promptly spit it out, and screamed my name.
She was very angry, and as I recall, she didn't forgive me right away.
Tonight, over dinner, while I was telling my granddaughter about my little April Fool prank, my mother looked straight at me, and said, WHO are you talking about????
Yup, you guessed it.
She has totally forgotten it.
I guess that means she has forgiven me.