Lost & Found

and at high risk of being lost again.

Once again this intrepid explorer braved the craft room on a mission to find that blasted clip board.

And, once all the non-obvious places have been searched, perhaps looking in the obvious places might be in order? Like on top of a side table, underneath a pile of t-shirts waiting to be embroidered? The ones that were moved from the ironing board to the side table?

Argh.

Then I spent a few minutes transferring numbers from scraps of paper to my tracking sheets and deciding that, while they were ok, they probably weren’t the best format. Do I want to spend time in Numbers or Excel playing with spreadsheets? Nah.

Instead, I “attended” the Acorns & Threads gathering on line, stitched a fair about and watched the 49ers lose to the LA Rams (US Football playoffs). I even fixed dinner (my cooking contribution for the month) during half-time. Completely wiped up, I am going to bed extremely early. 

But – there is stitching progress –

You Belong to Me – by Long Dog

 

 

And all but the 30th on the Temperature Tracker + the shelf for Feb is ready to go.

Now, where do I put these so as to not loose them again?

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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