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One Quilt Begats Two

After putting together my daughter’s quilt, I found myself again collecting material for a new quilt when I really should have only been collecting a different type of material. Research for a new book. (Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.)  To justify this new blankie to myself, I labeled it “Legacy Recycling.” Sounds important, right?

If one is inclined to think I’m too politically correct – and no one has ever accused me of that – the premise behind the idea is to reuse some old squares stitched into a quilt nearly forty years ago by my mom. Sadly, the quilt is no longer useable. The sashing and backing are worn and torn. The batting has separated from itself, giving the quilt a lumpy effect. Even the yarn ties are frayed.  Still, I never could toss out that tattered treasure, all these many years.

The inner squares, depicting the story of The Wizard of Oz, were in great shape. I could remake this quilt, once lovingly crafted for my own little girl, into a sweet story-quilt for my granddaughter, Sidney Anne.

I purchased some wonderful, fresh fabrics to encase the old squares into a log-cabin design with a charming backing of cozy flannel. My fingers were itching to stitch.

Before I began, I wanted to finish up a sock monkey I’d meant to send Sidney ages ago. That project had spent too much time waiting on the shelf and my granddaughter was growing fast. So I got busy. I crocheted a flower for the hat and made Miss Monkey a frilly skirt, for a ballerina affect.

Once the monkey was on its way, I returned to the little quilt. But I got distracted when I found a gorgeous pop-up book of The Wizard of Oz at Costco.  Wouldn’t it be fun if I could read the story aloud to Sidney, pointing to the quilt squares at the right time?  Then she could tell the story to her baby dolls or young cousins, or that darned sock monkey, using the quilt as a guide. Unfortunately, the book turned out to be too scary for our precious three-year-old.  Since then, I’ve spent a lot of quilting time (and writing time) haunting various bookstores, attempting to find the perfect, age appropriate story of Dorothy’s adventures. No luck so far.

There have been myriad other diversions to keep me from finishing the quilt. Christmas is coming and there are homemade ornaments to make, home-baked treats to whip up for holiday potlucks, and practice time for Christmas concerts.

Besides, I need to abandon the quilt project for a while. And write. Which I should have been doing all along. A new project looms with a self-imposed deadline. I don’t want to miss this great opportunity. But what’s with me and unfinished quilts?

At least there’s a completed monkey on my resume. Which is better than a monkey on my back, I guess.

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Time Wise

The announcement came over the campus emergency intercom from the Administration office, informing us that building 800 had been closed. And nothing more. It was a bit of a mystery until a student dropped by and filled in the details.

Apparently, the morning’s robust winds had acted as grim-tree-reaper to a majestic old oak on campus. Breaking mid-trunk, it fell right onto the Language Arts & Social Sciences building. No one was hurt – which was a blessing – but it knocked a hefty hole in the roof. According to this student’s enthusiastic account, the crash had occurred during her American Government class, the tree ripping right through the classroom’s ceiling. The good news? Their exam was cancelled. I was amused by her response to the unfortunate event as she easily identified the silver lining in that dark cloud.

Soon, the Administration had more information for us and we began passing on the news – good or bad – depending on how it was viewed by the recipient. No one was happy about the fallen tree or the damage to the building. However, most students responded positively to the proclamation that classes in 800 were cancelled.

“Sweet,” one student said, flipping open his iPhone (or whatever) as he turned to leave. Maybe he had a date with a gaming application or would use the extra time to bond with his play station.

“All right!” another student said. “Later.” He turned toward the exit and walked through the door with a light step. And a purpose.

For them, it was a great gift and I enjoyed giving it.

But one woman was deeply disappointed. “Oh, no! I was taking a make-up test tonight and I’m SO ready!”

I sympathized with her. When is one ever really prepared for a test? Besides, she’d driven quite a ways to the hinterlands of Shasta College, only to find her class cancelled.

Then a student came in and asked, “What do I do if my class was in 800?”

“You get to go home early,” I said, trying not to be jealous. “Classes in that building are cancelled until further notice.”

She clapped her hands. “Goodie! Now I can go to the casino and gamble. My husband won’t suspect a thing!”

Oh, dear. How does one respond to that?

Nothing came to mind. Understandable, since she and her hapless hubby were strangers to me. I wondered what life must look like in that household. Ouch.

The gal bounced out of the Library like she’d just won the lotto. Which she probably plays often, come to think of it. Somehow, I felt a little compliant, like I was aiding and abetting her bad habits, cluing her in about this unexpected free time. She seemed to possess a natural leaning toward the world of high rollers.

Why couldn’t she be a holy roller instead?

I shook off the notion. It was none of my business. And not my problem. I had my own time issues to figure out. Retirement was just around the corner. Would I spent it wisely?

As they say, time will tell.


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