Busy, Busy Busy

Smucksville, I think I have now become the resident snow shovelerette! I have shovelled the white stuff far too much. Today noisemaker went out to 'tidy up' as he says.

I have been busy with a new project - sewing! I have not sewn anything for over twenty years, maybe thirty. However, everything old regains strength and bursts through like a super nova!

When my Dad died, I had recently purchased him two new shirts. He liked the short sleeved, plaid ones. When all was settled my brother sent me one of the shirts; the other shirt - my Dad was laid to burn in. I did not know what to do with the shirt; it came to me - I shall sew up something. I am making coasters. The top half of the coaster is the material from the shirt, the bottom half is denim from a pair of my levis. It is a family affair. I shall give a set for my brother, he'll be touched - his family will be touched.

In the midst of this, I am a Santa Claus writer. I write letters to the grandkids from Santa. Their Mom's give me a list of what their wishes are, I - in turn, write each child a letter from Santa. The damn printer broke so Santa has now reached the computer age and is doing email! I email the Mom's - they print it - cut it (so you do not see the address), slip it in an envelope and viola - once again - as if by *magic or remote control* - Santa and Mrs. Claus ring true.

*Sins of Memphisto - John Prine*