So … I’ve fallen deathly ill and been carried off. It’s not the cough that carries you off, but the coffin they carry you off in.
I don’t know why, but that line has cracked me up from bottom of my feet ever since the first time I read it when I was about nine. I think it’s the funniest thing … and I repeat it endlessly every time I get a cold. Inside my head of course. Otherwise I might drive my lovely children insane and I would not want to be the cause of their craziness.
Of course, I am not deathly ill at all. I’ve just been distracted by the chickens as Blazing Ewe would say. My schedule has gotten out of whack and I haven’t been arising early enough to get any writing in. Or get any started before my lovely children disturb my train of thought. Perhaps if I write, “lovely children,” often enough you’ll begin to get the picture that I’m more than a little fed up with them right at the moment. Okay? Okay.
Among things that have been happening is that a cousin came to dinner the other night. I haven’t seen him in a long time. His lovely wife came too and we had a wonderful evening catching up all around. He told me about a unique event happening tomorrow with a mutual uncle. My uncle who served in WWII is coming to town for the day and a ceremony at the WWII memorial. So we get to go spend the day with him and see the memorial.
“The” quilt came back from being quilted the other day. BlazingEwe and I are putting the binding and other finishing touches on it. A final photograph should be up soon. Hopefully I’ll be able to sell raffle tickets for it on-line. Once I get the logistics and legalities figured out, I’ll let you all know. Proceeds from the sale of tickets are going to Fisher House (essentially Ronald McDonald House for military families). The guild voted between this and a charity helping school children in Ethiopia (my first choice). Fisher House won, but only by 6 votes. I love my little guild. We’re only about 80 members, but we make about 150 quilts for charity every year … these go to mothers with new babies and nothing else but a car seat at our local hospital, they go to children entering foster care and the C.A.S.A program, they go to the local Medicare nursing home patients … little old ladies and men who have no one to visit, have a quilt specially for them, and they go to the amputee ward at Walter Reed. I’m proud of this accomplishment. When I was president of the guild back in 2002, the community service program was the focus of my presidency. I’ve had the enormous pleasure of watching it thrive and grow ever since. It just makes me smile to see these quilts come into our “treasury,” knowing that they’ll go out again to people who need the love they embody. Even though this is not a “Christian” organization, this is an example of the Body of Christ at work in the world. Quietly working in the background to care for the least, lowest and most disenfranchised. This is why I love the ladies in my quilt guild.
More quilts are in the works and as I work on them, I’m percolating on a couple of posts. So hopefully I’ll get some writing time and will get those up in the week or so. In the meantime, I’m talking immigration law with LightGirl as she engages with her passion for people in this new nativist atmosphere we live in. It makes for some lively conversation around the dinner table and in the car.
