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The answer to the meaning of life and all that jazz. (hint: it’s not an mp3 player)

So where have I been – cowering in retail-land in part, digging through the sewing room in part, about to take up the yearly snow shovelling task. Had a nice thanksgiving dinner with my folks, my brother and his family and two grad students from RPI. Good time and food was had by all. Ruminating on a next quilt while pinning the current one for quilting. Last night I auditioned some colors of thread for quilting.

But most importantly, the answer to life’s meaning at the moment has to do with fruitcake and making some bread. How can you have turkey sandwiches without some bread, I ask you? And what’s the point of living at all if there’s no fruitcake?