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Back from the memorial. The church was filled, FILLED & I was amazed as I don’t even know that many people, yet imagine that I could fill even half a church.

 It was a full Catholic service, non of which I knew the secret words & signs, and I unconsciously swore, out loud, yet quietly when the priest called the congregation for the eucharist.

I was under-dressed, as I apparently own nothing appropriate for a funeral, though this was a memorial of life, and there were others amongst the black attire with splashes of color, including a bright bow-tie by a gentleman speaker who said J. would have approved. He was a lover of life, after all. Relief. At the calling hour this morning, I decided it was more important to show up than not, even forgoing the dress code.

Many wonderful things were said of this man and I teared up when his granddaughters stoically gave remembrances. (I am my mother’s daughter; we are real weepers). I barely knew this man–an engineer, a pilot, a husband, an adventurer, a softball coach–whose house I have walked by & shared small salutations for 13 years. I am truly awed by his life, his family, his happy marriage of 53 YEARS. How does a mate go on after such a life? What do you do in a big empty house where once was constant chatter?

I must remember to not only wave, but perhaps, stop in now and then, bring more bread, be bold enough to ask how she is doing, when there is no good answer.

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I was so excited about my wool cuffs. I swirled four of them on the hot cycle–twice! With jeans! And they just aren’t snug enough. They didn’t shrink enough. They just aren’t . . . enough. Sigh. What a waste of good wool yarn. A bit pricey good wool yarn too.  Positive thought: good art is made with many mistakes, so I’ll just chock it up to that. Like I’d stop anyway.

I was just about to write “wish for new year: win lottery.” It’s just so cliche. How about, instead: my wares begin to sell with alarming speed. Happy customers come back for more and more. They tell friends; I make a living w/o succumbing to evil cubicle job in large gray hermetically sealed office building (terribly claustrophobic, allergic to state jobs and mass mediocrity). Instead,  I thrive in creative freedom–gardening bliss, baking happiness and dog walking splendor! I like that one much better.

Slept dreadfully last night, much noise in my nook of a neighborhood lately. As usual, I need coffee. . . ta-ta, d.

P.S. Will accept ANY felting tips you may have to share. Much appreciated. Thank you. d.

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