Cubicle Reflections

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It's feels like -40 with the wind today.  I am sitting at my computer drinking a hot chocolate, a sweater draped across my shoulders.

I had sad/bad news this weekend from my Dad and from a friend.  Dad lost his only living sibling, an older brother, 95 years old.  Dad will be 92 this summer.  His life it seems, is a succession of funerals.  All of his contemporaries have passed or are on the verge.  Dad is healthy and still sharp.  His hutch contains a library of prayer cards.  I have seen them, there has to be close to 75 of them.  He is kind of the village elder.  It must be a challenge for him at times.

The other piece of news was more shocking to me.  A very dear friend of mine, M. was the victim of a scam.  She is devastated.  She has had difficulty sleeping and eating. The worse thing is, the scammer is someone who she knew, or thought she did.  She is listing her beautiful home this week...

Say a prayer for my Dad and my friend M. will you?

Stella

Six will get you ten

Dishcloths that is.

Our Mom passed away seven years ago this month.  As I age, I find myself resembling her more and more.  The neck, the mouth, something around the eyes, the hair, the tone of voice, the joie de vivre, the knitting...



Many years ago my Mom made me quite a few of these.  I still have a few and they have held up really well.  I decided to knit up a bunch more, this time in black, so they don't need to be bleached.

Je pense à toi Mom.

Bisous,

Stella (aka Denisette Pinçette)

P.S.  Six balls of Bernat Handicrafter got me 10 dishcloths.  You can do it too, just don't cut your ends longer than 4 inches to weave into the cloth when you're finished and your last cloth may be a few rows short.