Weaving, whither? Freecycle, Textiles and Tea, Misfits, it's all go..

 I finally located the fabric that is probably going to be a skirt, and the woven panels which turn out not really to play nicely with the fabric. Dang. So they'll be something else, once I decide what. 

Meanwhile I can trim and knot the fringes, no matter what the eventual product.

My viewing Wednesday of Charing Cross Road was repeatedly  interrupted by sudden desperate needs by Gary which ended in my  taking two large artwork things, reproductions, but oh well, to free cycle, to hear his  despair at the breakdown of communication about free cycling the dracaena, I should have known, and to discuss home safety and how I don't let freecyclers into the house, and how these items are available because he's changing his colors, his phrase.

Here are the two pieces, both now spoken for

Finally I got to watch the movie. 

I think Gary hasn't grasped the number of tasks it takes to free cycle. It looks easy when someone else is doing it. You take a picture, wrestle endlessly with the hinky website which mostly declines to work with you. If the picture won't load, after multiple tries and workarounds,  I offer to send an email with it, in the body of the text I  compose. You have to describe etc. 

Then you cope with people who don't read what you said, ask a series of questions instead of expressing interest with day and time, or send a phone number wanting a  texted image. Duh. There's a reason I said email. My phone doesn't transmit nor receive images, just text.  Even people looking at a picture with indicators of size, numbers even, will ask size.

Finally you get a commitment, not always, and check the weather, to decide how to wrap the item.  Then set it out in good time. Then say:  what I go through for Gaia, keeping good things out of the landfill and increasing the sum of  human happiness, between people happily shedding and people happily receiving. It's a Good Thing. Just not a Simple Thing.

Because of the events of Tuesday, I missed Textiles and Tea but rounded up a few images of the guest's work, interesting ideas there, and you can check her website.

Today my friend Giorgio brought my Misfits box. Nice kid, waves, speaks, very personable, always puts the box far enough from the door to let me open it.  The door, not the box.

Small order this week because of all the chili and shrimp pasta and chicken soup around the place. I have been living, at least eating, large.

Oh, did I mention the good news from the funeral home? Lauren, my Personal Director, called to say she's figured out how to process my check, and redirect it to the right account, and I need do nothing, yay. Which was pretty much what I'd thought she could do all along, but I'd refrained from mentioning in case there were laws about it. They have a lot of regulations to follow. So it seems, knock coffin, that I'm set. 

I have been coughing though. It's not the cough that carries you off. It's the coffin they carry you off in. Couldn't resist.

Anyway after all this I feel this way

Happy day,  everyone, get some time alone if you can, it's good. If you can't, then  grumble loudly about it. Come to think of it, you might then find yourself mysteriously alone..