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Oh, hey, I think I knew this, too!

Happy Birthday, William!

I have it on good authority that magically for the rest of our lives you will be older than me, although I must admit I thought that was going to start on my next birthday, when I cease to age ever again....

Take care, dear Bess. Lots of fluids, and wool is good for a pollen allergy. Honest.

XOXOX

By  Amie, at 10:54 AM  

Arrrgh! Sending up a prayer for your allergies... BE GONE!!

And HappyBirthdayWilliam, whoever you are!

By  Margaret, at 6:39 PM  

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In the Great Allergy Rematch:
Allergies 2
Bess 0

That’s right folks. I’m not sure if it was the new carpet at the gym, where I sat for almost 2 hours with TthePT and reworked my Personal Weight Training Routine Chart using 14 point type so I could read it sans glasses AND where they just put down new cheap industrial carpet that smells like a toxic waste dump, but by my 4 o’clock board meeting my chest was a hot ball of congested fire. Instead of being unable to speak because of a clogged throat I’m croaking now because I have only 25% of the air needed to vibrate my vocal chords. Fortunately, I’d mailed out my entire report, with supporting documents, and the meeting took only 40 minutes. Still, I 'bout liked to die before I got outta there.

I will drag myself into town today because I must get with the board treasurer and pay bills and I am going to go see a different sort of doctor - because obviously I am not finding better living through chemistry. But I am coming home at noon and I plan to skip tomorrow morning’s class on Front Page. With luck, sleep, and lots of fluids, I may be able to give my report to the Friends at their spring dinner meeting tomorrow evening - but by golly - I am mighty glad the weekend is so close.

In other good news - TheMarvelousSheryl comes today to erase all evidence of my slovenliness.

Thanks to all for the comments about both fur and fiber. Aren’t cute little baby puppies a treasure? BD reported that yesterday he fell off the pier (they have to do that sometime or other) and decided he liked it down there. He also managed to climb back up onto the pier - demonstrating his monkey blood. No wonder we couldn’t keep him in the pen at night! But he knows his own mind and if he doesn’t want to take a walk - by gum - he won’t. Last night BD said that halfway down the lane, Aunt Socks turned around and went back to keep her adopted son company. She is off on a jaunt with Aunt Priss right now, but he is up in the BigBed.

I’ve spun a little of the Liberty Ridge pretties and knitted up a small swatch of the dark green shot with fire orange and red. Wow! I have an idea for this yarn, but it requires digging through my stash of magazines to find a sweater buried among the pages. It’s a sweater based on a sewing pattern for a kimono type garment. All the pieces are rectangles and you can make each rectangle a different color, different yarn, different stitch pattern and put it all together in a most sophisticated garment. In the article in the magazine which I can not remember - a woman in California took the sewing class, transferred the idea to knitting and talked the members of her knitting group into making them. The article had photos of several sweaters and if any of my dear friends can remember seeing this article - PLEEEEEEASE tell me what magazine it was in! Otherwise I’ll have to go through all fortylevendyhundred of them in my collection!

In closing I say only this:

Happy Birthday William!