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I used the December downtime to look around our neglected house. We are still reorganizing from Cuddly Hubby moving home January 2022. The 10 long boxes of comic books are in one corner of my studio. The weaving equipment previously in that corner is stored securely in a closet under the basement staircase. Some clutter remains. How could I organize my work space? Among the clutter was the pile of orange yarn . This was acquired in an Atlanta Knitting Guild auction on 11 July 2019, back in the Before Times. It is 48 skeins of super bulky 50% alpaca 50% wool from Blue Sky Fibers. I bid $40, thinking no one would let me get this for less than $1 a skein, right? Wrong. It is over 10 pounds of yarn — almost 5 kilos. The price was almost criminal. Orange is not a typical color for me. Of the almost 500 entries in my Ravelry stash, only a dozen are "orange." And at least a few of those are gifts or door prizes or a pale peach color rather than a true orange. ...

Below is the text of the eulogy I delivered for my mother on this day, just one month ago. The close up is flowers sent by our cousins, the Crums. They were perfect! I walked into the church, saw this spray of bright colors, and knew Mom was here. Everybody have plenty of food? This is going to be long, but I wanted to tell the tale once instead of over and over or trying to remember what was said to whom. I hope being candid about the grieving process will help connect to where each of you might be. Experience Two weeks ago at Winter solstice I was preparing for Christmas. I was shining with so much joy you almost needed sunglasses to glance my way. I’d run errands in the morning, including to the French bakery and the chocolatier. I was gaming with my friend Andy, whom I’ve known since kindergarten. Yes, we both know where all the bodies are buried. Mom called to talk about her class that day about what to expect with chemotherapy. I had it on speaker ph...