It is blustery and very cold here today. I’m not walking the dog. A sore hip and general fatigue are keeping me inside.
The Leftover Blanket has only a handful of seams left. Unlike every other day this week, tomorrow is open, not completely but close enough. As long as I can bend and stand back up, I’ll finish. AND! There will still be leftovers for another (tiny) baby blanket.
Sometimes the frothy repetition of the news bothers me. I have to say, though, I can’t quite get enough of the coverage about the Derelict Dope not being able to come up with the money to cover his bond in the NY fraud case.
Do I think Letitia James will be attaching liens to Seven Springs or other properties next week? No. Mostly because it just seems like we can’t have nice things these days. Things like court cases moving along apace or polls reflecting what a danger one candidate is or a fourth estate that points to that danger instead of writing bogus distorted headlines for clicks.
You’ve heard all this before so why do I natter on? Before I move on? Peter Navarro going to jail was pretty delicious!
Brave and reliable, delicate crocus emerge.
Brave and predictable, the fierce protector watches a FedEx truck across the way.
I’ll end with a piece of family history. I was looking for info about my GGGM on my mother’s side. Her name was Christina Phillips. All I know about her is that she was a rent collector in Hartlepool and that she made quilts and I don’t even really know that she was a quilter because I learned that from my crazy aunt (we all have one, don’t we?) and she might have been pandering to me with her embellishments.
My GF was Albert Jacques. I found this sad reference to the drowning of a 23 year old man, George Phillips Jacques. My grandfather’s brother? If so, how could I never have heard this story? More research to come.
I was signed on to ancestry for a while and benefited from a ton of research one of my cousins dug up. One of these days, I’ll get back in and see what’s been updated.
In light of the recent Irish holiday, I can share without checking back that I am 98% Irish. So much for an exotic strain of French or subsaharan Africa!
After 79 years of knowing my birth surname was McNamara, and thinking I had a paternal Irish connection, my DNA came back with only 5% Irish, 25% Scottish and 20% Welch from my paternal side… 50% Scandinavian from my two Maternal grandparents who both immigrated from Norway.
I still like Irish music and culture.
It’s fun to use these research tools and match them to family stories.
Fascinating! I thought perhaps with a name like Jacques (my mother’s maiden name) that there might have been some French. My aunt, the one mentioned above, believes her father’s family left France during one of the periods of persecution of the Huguenots.
I’ve been enjoying *dhstokyo on Instagram and just discovered she posts weekly at https://politicalcharge.org/ … the interesting part is that she focuses on positive news delivered with sardonic wit and a decidedly progressive point of view
Just went and followed. My upbeat takes come mostly from Robert Hubbell and Simon Rosenberg.
I was here hours and hours ago, then got side-tracked…but here I am again to say that the first cloth has such a sense of softness, of being held in calming kindness…in softness. Beautiful.
Also, in looking at the ‘leftover blanket’ and reading “There will still be leftovers for another (tiny) baby blanket.”…the word tiny reminded me of the tiny bits used in those meditation scrolls…which led me to think of the fabrics you’ve chosen for their particular meaning or representation to you…which led me to recall the historic scroll timeline above the stage during the production of “Bring In da Noise, Bring In The Funk”…and how combining all of these sudden thoughts would be such a beautiful, historical, tangible lesson – cloth and scroll style. 🙂
I love where your associations took you! Oh the places you go….
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