Triple Six

No – not temperatures or anything else. I was staring at my phone and looking at the total number of “unread” emails in all various accounts which added up to 666.  Now, this particular number can refer to (previous) US highway, a street address,  Christian mythology of revelations (Number of the Beast), or part of a phone number. It brought to mind this particular number sequence used with humor by an Urban Fantasy author as Satan’s phone number (666-666-6666).

I don’t think my email is invaded by evil. I could actually move about 90% of those messages to folders with ease. I always do as soon as travel, events, purchases, family messages have gone past the relevant dates. Then there are those messages which I need to answer and the few messages I keep just to have easy access to older emails or relevant information.  And then there are those from the past which, in filing,  get relegated to the permanent past. I have been around enough years. Knowing people older than I, means  that those numbers are starting to dwindle. Sometimes I find out by accident when tracking down a repeatedly bouncing email. Other times I have been notified by friend or family of the person.

This was not meant as a morbid or discouraging discussion, but one of keeping organized or perhaps relating totally irrelevant information between various aspects of my life.

Anything to avoid planning the organization of this craft room. So instead I made a significant dent on the number of stitches left on the Mushroom girl (now at 95%) leaving me only her legs, some edging, backstitching and beads. I should be able to finish it all up tomorrow morning. I have a couple of small projects I would like to do next. But not starting anything else till this one is done.

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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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