is this too funny for words or WHAT? Don’t you just want one of your own? Of course you do! (thanks to The MAD HADDers for the revelation! – also available at Archie McPhee

Thursday already! I finished the quilting on the first side/edge of the new quilt and will start the other side tonight. Looks like I’ll have to wind another few bobbins, since I’m working on the last of the first nine I’d wound. And yes, I’ve been doing some unstitching here and there. I’ll go back tonight and see if there are any problem areas that I can find.

Huge rain storm today, which dropped the temperature a bit. It also took out some trees and washed away some shoulders from what I could see on the way home. Obviously the power has been off here at home and has blipped once since I got here. Thank goodness for batteries!

Thanks BornFamous for this great quote:

If I could do it, I’d do no writing at all here. It would be photographs; the rest would be fragments of cloth, bits of cotton, lumps of earth, records of speech, pieces of wood and iron, phials or odors, plates of food. — James Agee

On a different note, I was trying to do some quilting late tonight and finally I thought – this is one of the goofiest things ever, trying to quilt on a night when it has be 80+F and it’s 11 PM eastern time. Go to bed. Of course I didn’t do that exactly. I came down here and played on the computer awhile.

I am live and in person. The clean install and the moving of files has gone VERY well and it fixed my firewire port problem. So yeah! I’m back in business and I’m busily moving all my files either onto the clean and tidy HD, nice clean blank CDs or into the welcoming trash.

Hmmmmm this is my normal modus operandi for heavy cleaning of the household variety too — move everything in a room out to a different space. Throw some of it away. Put some of it into new storage. Put a small bit of it back into the regular spaces.

All of this is temporary of course, since things seem to migrate back together, or new stuff fills the voids of the tidy space. Just proof that nature abhors a vacuum.