Monday, January 31, 2011

The Friendship

A couple of people have written to ask whatever happened to the longstanding friendship that I had had, the one that seemed to have come to an end.

It came to an end, unfortunately.

It is a long and complicated story, of interest to no one at this point.

Because the friendship had been for so many years, I could not let it go casually.  I looked at the relationship and at the friend long and hard.  I looked at her many good qualities and at the traits -- we all have them -- that are less admirable.  She's bright, she's funny, she's witty; she has many talents involving floss and fiber.  She is generous; she feeds the hungry, visits the sick, all of those kinds of things.

We had a difference of opinion.  It escalated.  This happened and then that.  Finally she was very rude and hurtful to me when we were with a group of people.  Rather than drawing further attention to her behavior by addressing it then and there, I waited until later, imagining that she would look back on what happened and apologize.  When she didn't, I told her how hurt I had been by her behavior.

She did not care.  That was the deal breaker for me.

There will be those who will read this who will know who and what I am talking about.  Heck, for all I know, the woman I write about  may read this.  And to all of them, I want to be perfectly clear:  This woman is not a bad person.  Far from it.  She is basically a very good person.  She just lacks a quality that I find essential after so many years.




Friday, January 28, 2011

Nailed It

Well, my friend Pat has nailed it.  You know, the condition both of us suffer from live with.

The one where I have decided to start the Emily Cier Irish Chain from the wonderful soft browns and aquas that I found recently when I was digging through the stash looking for something else.  And I actually open the book and start to press the fabrics and then remember that I meant to bring downstairs that quilting magazine that Jan sent me and I go up to get it and while carrying it down I remember why I saved it -- for that wonderful barn-raising set batik project and so I start digging through the batik bin (oh, yes, somebody asked me how many bins I have -- and the answer is 3: CWs, batiks, and everything else) and choosing blues and violets and greens (well, there is also a small bin of CW shirtings and the one of the left over Laurel Burch -- oh, I was going to try to make a bag out of those sometime soon) and, oh look, there is that CW leader-ender that is yelling out that it wants to be elevated to Real Project status and

Well, you get the drift.  She calls it ADQD:  Attention Deficit Quilting Disorder.

and I think there might be three or four more bins.  But they're small.  Really.

Friends, we need buttons featuring this insignia.  We need them right away.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

16 Inches Calls for a Treat

We were blessed by getting the phone call last night instead of being awakened at 5:30 this morning.  School was closed!  The Facebook crowd had been going wild with anticipation and being the first to get the call, I had the delightful privilege of sharing the news through that medium.  The music teacher who had choreographed the virtual snow dance was applauded, and my name was actually chanted!  I guess adults everywhere revert to being about eight when this kind of thing happens.

6:00 came and went and I was blissfully oblivious until Blackberry mentioned at 8:15 that it had been a while, now, hadn't it?  Joe got up and I languished for another half hour and then arose.  Soon after, Bb was sent in with snowballs clinging to his armpits, and Joe continued work with the snow blower.

I thought he should have a special treat to reward his exertions and made a batch of banana butterscotch sticky buns, something I've not made in at least a dozen years.  (They are still very, very good.)  Just as I took them out of the oven, the doorbell rang -- it was Joe carrying a couple of scrambled egg and turkey bacon on challah sandwiches from our nextdoor neighbor whose walkway he'd been attacking.  I sent him back with a couple of the buns.

Got the makings of a glorious day here, in gorgeous, snow-covered Near Philadelphia.


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Quilty Content Returns

The snow caused a somewhat early dismissal from school today and I got home at about 2:30.  It seemed like a chicken 'n' dumplings kind of a day, so I got that started and then sewed up the remaining dozen nine-patches for Second Hand Clothes.  All 90 are finished now, and all 110 squares are cut and as of today all of the setting triangles are cut.  The border will be that remaining rust-background that looks like the setting triangles.

Next month there's going to be a quilting day at the church, and I'll have space to lay out this queen, move things around to my satisfaction, and -- with any luck -- get most of the diagonal rows sewn.

After dinner I got to thinking about someone I know who is expecting a baby this spring and the fabric I'd bought for a quilt for that little one.  The  mom is my sort of gal -- she doesn't want to know the gender ahead of time.

I had bought a pack of 2-1/2" strips of Kona brights when I bought the dots fabric, and needed only 13 of the twenty that were in the pack.  Now I'm this far along and need to figure out a border.  Am thinking of 2-1/2 inches of the dots and then  a narrower border of the colors and then more dots.

I'm going to sleep on it and decide tomorrow.  I fully expect the marvelous 5:30 a.m. phone call; what is yet to be determined is whether it will be a late arrival or a full closure.  Either way, it's a gift.

As a Matter of Principle

As a matter of principle and upbringing (remember, I grew up in the late fifties/early sixties), I do not wear blue jeans to work.  Unless it is a snowy day and deep in my heart I believe we should be closed.

This morning's snow seemed to take everyone -- the school administrators, the highway department, even the weather-guessers themselves -- by surprise.  Joe and Blackberry got out and pushed snow around while I made some oatmeal, but by the time they came back in, the first area they'd cleared was already thick and white again.

As an independent school, we have students from about twenty different school districts, and each district provides transportation for its students in its own buses.  Sometimes separate buses for separate divisions of the school.  On the rare occasion when the weather fools everyone and schools open when they really shouldn't, early dismissals occur and chaos ensues as we begin to get phone warnings from the transportation office, "Springfield is closing at 11:00," and then "Upper Dublin has arrived for Lower School," and so on.  Excitement among the students builds, and Upper School student drivers phone home, begging their parents to call and have them dismissed early "for safety reasons."  The ensued chaos then reigns, as we finally decide that we, too, will close early, and parents must be notified.

This morning had all of the makings of a dreadful day.  Still does, in fact.  But when I got out my blue jeans, I found $5.75 in the pocket!  I told my self to think back on that when the call comes that "Bryn Athyn's buses will be here at 11:15."

Then I put them on.  And they were a little bit too big.





I Couldn't Help Myself

I tried  waited  considered hesitated briefly and caved.

I bought this wonderful pack of FQs from Fabricworm.

I can't wait until they come!

I am thinking of putting them with the palest pink.  Or the palest palest lime.  Or perhaps even yellow.  Oh, the choices!


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Fork

A long, long time ago, back when I still needed to hire a babysitter, Joe and I went with Bob and Bonnie to a play performed by a local theater group.  I've no idea what the name of the play was, or even the plot.  The thing I remember -- the thing we all remembered -- was the guy who regretted some decisions he'd made and the way his life had turned out as a result.  He'd press his forehead against the wall or against a tree trunk and intone, "I've gotta go back to the fork!"  He believed that if he could return to the fork in the road, he'd be able to take the other path and all would be well.


Every once in a while things work out that way.


Towards the end of December, Lori posted a picture of the most darling little quilt and said she was going to hold a quiltalong.  I thought (a) I'd never done a quiltalong and it sounded like fun and (b) the quilt was about the cutest thing ever.  So I planned to quilt along.  Well, then along came Barbara Brackman with her Civil War blocks, and somehow I got sucked into telling myself, "Well, it is just one block per week."  And so I started making them.  The first two were fine, even though I was thinking that I already have a 6" CW sampler in progress and did I really need an 8" one too?  Then came the third block and I didn't like it but started it anyway.  Before it got finished, there was the fourth block, another one I don't like.  Barbara is providing wonderful history lessons, and I'm going to keep visiting her blog and reading about the blocks.  And that is the extent of what I'm going to do.  My cousin has already offered to take my few completed blocks off my hands so they don't lurk around and annoy me.


Back at the fork, I've gone back and printed out Lori's instructions.  It's too late for me to actually quilt along but I'm going to get started on her dear little project and quilt behind!



Monday, January 24, 2011

Sunshine and Shadow

No, it isn't my picture, and it isn't my quilt.  Darn.  It's gorgeous, isn't it?

But thoughts of Sunshine and Shadow are in my mind, and in my heart.

I'm a relatively new member of a particular group, and came away from my first gathering with the group feeling a little bit of concern.  Most of the people in the group did not seem to have the kind of experience, knowledge, or skills to carry out the group's mission.  I turned to my friend Cathy to talk about this, and her response, in the gentlest and most gracious way possible, was to tell me the positive things she perceived about each member of the group.  Once I thought about what she shared, I could see all of those things, too.  She brought the Sunshine into the Shadow of my thinking.

There's someone else I know, we'll call her Alice, who always speaks of others, even her own children, in negative and critical terms.  It's a bit of a downer.  I come away thinking uncharitably of those people, and at the same time wondering what she is saying to them about me.  There's no Sunshine there, only Shadow.

I'm thinking that everyone has their good qualities and their weaker traits.  And how Cathy has developed the knack of focusing on the former, whereas Alice sees primarily the latter.  The Sunshine and the Shadow sides of people.

It's easy for me to see the Sunshine in the people I'm close to, to those I care deeply for.  Sometimes it isn't so easy with other people.  I'd like to grow to the point of automatically going to the good pieces of people, the way Cathy does.  This is something I believe I can cultivate with some effort.  And my hunch is that the effort will become less over time.

Looking at this quilt picture, what catches my eye first is the Sunshine.  That is how it should be.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

Miscellaneous -- This is going to be long . . .

. . . because what it is is a bunch of random thoughts, none of which is well enough developed to warrant a post of its own.  Stay with me if you wish.
  • I remember at one point as a kid learning the word "miscellaneous" and thinking it was just about the best thing ever.  First, of course, was the sound of it.  Come on, try it out slowly for a change -- it's like pure maple syrup rolling around on your tongue.  And then there was what it meant.  And as a kid, before I totally understood about sorting and organizing, what it meant was "everything else."  What a concept!  A word that held everything that didn't seem to belong in a designated spot.  We don't run across that word often anymore, and when we do it is, unfortunately, in its abbreviated form.  So I begin with a tribute to a once favorite word that still is pretty wonderful.
  • I'm tired of reading about people who are tired of reading about Sarah Palin.
  • All over bloggerville quilters are getting ready for Valentine's day.  Me, not so much.  I've bought a card for my Beloved and at this point I even know where it is (that's because I just bought it day before yesterday rather than because I am so super-organized that I have the mythical place for everything, etc.)  And I bought cards for the two grandchildren who are old enough to appreciate getting a piece of mail.  On the 14th, it so happens, we'll be going out to dinner together, but that is more because we happen to have Chamber tickets for that evening rather than a need to join multitudes in meals that have been inflated in price for one night only.  I don't make, have, or put up seasonal decorations for Valentine's day.  A person can only do so much.
  • I picked up the Indigo and Caramel Baskets from Mary Ellen last night and she did a lovely job quilting it.  The binding is already made (yay for me!) and I happen to know where it is, too.  So this weekend I plan to get it attached and have my first finish for Nancy's UFO Challenge completed on time.  Expect a photo when the weather is fit for same.
  • I'd seen pictures, promos, and reviews of this new book on the blogs a couple of weeks ago, and although I seldom feel as though I need to buy another quilt book, something told me this would be an exception.  Turns out I was right.  I've looked it over and over and over and believe I'll eventually try at least two of her projects:  Irish Chain and Pinwheel.  
  • I won a $50 gift certificate to the Fat Quarter Shop at Kim's recent drawing (yay for me again!) and have mentally spent it at least fifty different ways.  This shop already had me as a customer; they are just a splendid place to shop with pleasant people, generous kits, and just an all around lovely feel.  Kim's pretty lovely herself, if you really want to know.
  • Been thinking about the bag I made a week or two ago and about the fabric left over from the Jungle Song quilt and how that fabric would make a nice bag.  Or two.  But there isn't enough of any one piece for the dimensions of that bag.  I like the proportions of the bag and would like to retain them.  I wasn't exactly sure how to do that but some wee glimmer from 9th grade algebra showed up in my random access memory, the piece where you make the two fractions and cross multiply and "solve for X" and by jove I believe I've got it.  Going to try a smaller, well-proportioned tote bag right soon.  Imagine, fifty-two years later, getting the answer to "Well, when am I ever going to need to do this?"
  • Rather proudly mentioned this feat to my Head of School, who in a previous life was a middle school math teacher (talk about sainthood) and presently is teaching one section of algebra 2 (which I sometimes have to monitor for him when he has a schedule conflict -- do not be alarmed -- he provides detailed worksheets for them to do and I just have to sit and maintain order.  Which in a Quaker school isn't the challenge it is elsewhere.  But back to the point:) and was animatedly telling him, "You know:  Where you solve for X!" and he looked back at me and with a straight face, said, "But in algebra it is always about solving for X."  


Monday, January 17, 2011

Gratitude

To everyone who wrote about the loss of dear Susie, thank you so much.  I do not have it in me to send individual responses.

I just discovered I have 386 messages in my in-box, probably an all-time record.  Once again, I am going to claim "comment amnesty" and not reply.  Know, please, that each comment is read and, where possible, each commenter's profile and blog are perused.

I love being a member of the blogommunity.

Susie

I met Susie a long, long time ago.  Back when I was in the ninth grade and she was in the eighth.  Our school had a new librarian that year, and Susie, Bob, and I were "library groupies."  We'd hang out in the junior high library after school, helping to shelve books, prepare overdue notices, and generally get in the way.

Then I graduated and moved on to the enormous senior high school, and when Susie caught up the next year, I hardly noticed.  Life went on.  Then, twenty years later, after having moved around quite a bit, Joe and I returned to my home town and joined the Lutheran church.  And who should I run into buy my old library groupie buddy!  We picked up right where we'd left off, so long ago.

Sue had not had an easy life.  During high school, she'd become pregnant and -- as was the custom back then -- was not allowed to see or hold her baby; he was whisked away from her and placed with a family who wanted a baby.  Susie was a strong and healthy person; she pretty much had to be as strands of alcoholism wove their way through her family.  After a failed first marriage, she met and married the love of her life, and after her dad's death, fulfilled her dream of opening a gift shop, "The Red Cardinal."

After one of her sons died suddenly, about fifteen years ago, she found an internet site where children who had been given up for adoption and women who had given up their children had the potential to connect.  Miraculously, a year or two later she received a telephone call from that little boy she had never known.

Susie was out in Arizona this fall, taking care of that son after he'd been in a serious motor vehicle accident, when she experienced what she thought was a gallbladder attack.  Off to the ER she went, only to find that it was not gallbladder but rather advanced lung cancer which had spread to her bones.  This was on Thanksgiving Day.  The next week she returned to Philadelphia and entered a wonderful care facility, Cancer Treatment Center of America, where she stayed until the disease claimed her last evening.

A funny, creative, patient, loyal, expressive woman of faith, Sue will be missed by so many.


Sunday, January 16, 2011

Baskets of Cheer for Holly

Fat Quarters, the internet quilting group I belong to, has been together for more than ten years.  While I know I'll never get to meet some of the members in real life, the ones I have met are just as sweet in person as they seem "on the list."  The group has a tendency to celebrate each other's joys and comfort each other's sorrows.

Since the advent of blogging, the list is barely active.  But the caring remains, and those of us with blogs go around and visit each other.

We were shocked when Kat told us right around Thanksgiving that our dear Holly had received a scary diagnosis, pretty much out of the blue, and was having to undergo some scary surgery.  We all knew that she'd recover much better if she had a love quilt to snuggle with.  And so list members made basket blocks and I set them and Kat quilted and Jan made a label, all of this unbeknownst to Holly.  Who received the finished quilt from Kat on Friday.

Here's a picture of it shortly before it left my house.

For Holly, with love, from the Fat Quarters.



Saturday, January 15, 2011

Jungle Song Baby Quilt

I wrote a bit about this quilt yesterday.  The blocks came from a swap; the rules of the swap were 12" finished blocks made from Laurel Burch Jungle Songs with Kona Black background.

We did the swap as soon as the fabric launched.  I'm thinking this was in about 2003 or thereabouts.  As I said, I made two previous baby quilts from the swap yield.  And now this one.  For a great-grand nephew due this spring.

There is one block left.  And still some fabric.  After rethinking, this would not lend itself well to the Emily Cier Irish Chain.  I'm thinking I should find some way to use it soon, though, before it gets buried deep again. Clicking on the photo will make it large enough to appreciate the craftsmanship of some of the blocks.  What a talented swap group!


Friday, January 14, 2011

Jungle Song

I don't know whether "Jungle Song" was Laurel Burch's first fabric line or not.  I do know that the minute I laid eyes on it I wanted to play with it, to sew on it.

Golly, this must have been eight [or more] years ago!

I organized a block swap and had many eager participants.  I've made and given away two quilts from that swap's yield and last night I took the last eight blocks, made one more, and started putting them together.  I'm going to need a quilt for a baby boy in a couple of months, courtesy of my great-nephew and his wife.  The snakes will be the border.

There are still several FQs and half-yards of fabric left!  I'm pretty dazzled by the "Irish Chain" in Emily Cier's book "Quilt Remix," and am thinking I might give it a try.  Using these Jungle Song left-overs.  Wouldn't that be wild?


Thursday, January 13, 2011

One Quilter's Scraps . . .

. . . are another quilter's treasure, I was going to say.  But actually there are two quilters' scraps that have come my way in the past few days.  And they are treasure.

These CW repro lovelies were an out-of-the-blue gift from Nancy, a sweetheart in Missouri who I've done some trading with this past year.  She saw my post where I said that I didn't need to buy any more CW fabric and ventured the opinion that receiving CW fabric as a giftie didn't violate any vows.  And promptly went out and sent me a bulging bag of fabric scraps and FQs, most of which were unknown to me.  I'm especially delighted by those yellows and that there orange print.  Thank you, Nancy!

And then Lori was having a stash-cleaning event and offered a variety of goodies.  I spoke out for a bag of scraps and Lo! and Behold! I was the fortunate winner.  I have a vague idea of how to use them, but am waiting for said idea to evolve.  Thank you, Lori!

I received such a joy-filled response this morning from the recipient of the bag I made yesterday that I am thinking that each month this year I should make something to give away, a Gift For No Occasion, to someone who is not expecting it.  This plan fits in nicely with Juliann's ever-so-polite-and-gentle request that we think about giving more.  I already know that my item #5 on the UFO challenge is going to fall into that category -- an unexpected gift to someone.

Well, you know, this little chat has been lovely.  But I've got a baby quilt up on the wall that I've been having a good time with this evening, and I do believe if I go back downstairs now I can get a little more done and possibly have it ready to show to you before the long weekend is out.


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Snow Day, Part Two

A Snow Day for a school employee is nothing short of grace.  A gift one has not earned.  Given at the whim mercy of the headmaster.

I had a lovely day, catching up on laundry, taking a sweet nap, and making a Gift For No Occasion for a coworker.  It was fun to cut, sew, press, all the while thinking of the unsuspecting recipient.

Who will be gifted at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, if the stars are in alignment.

Oh, and here's a gratuitous photo of You Know Who, who simply cannot get enough of the white stuff.



Snow Day, Near Philadelphia

Yesterday the halls were abuzz over the possibility of a snow day.  Kids, staff, teachers, even administrators all wishin' and hopin'.  At one point I walked down the hall and three Middle School teachers were having an impromptu meeting outside a classroom.  "Oh, there's Nancy," one of them said.  "Maybe she knows."  I didn't.  But I was a-wishin' and a-hopin' along with the rest of them!

Last night Facebook was full of people working various charms to assure a snow day:  turning their 'jamas inside out, putting a spoon under the pillow, a new one -- putting ice in the toilet (leading to the question "tank or bowl?" and the inevitable fear of doing the wrong one), and the old standard snow dance (rather beautifully choreographed, in print, anyway, by the Lower School music teacher).  I went so far as to vow to make a Gift For No Occasion today for someone at school, should we be blessed with the day.

When the phone rang at 5:38, the news was excellent:  None of this two-hour delay business, but a full closure!  Looking outside, one wonders why -- the streets are cleared and it has begun to melt.  But no matter.

I made a nice hot breakfast for he who went out right away with the snowblower, put the first load in the laundry, and am heading downstairs to sew for as much of the day as I can.  I joined a PIF on Facebook; the first handmade item is finished and the second well on its way.  But the very first thing I'm going to do is make the Gift For No Occasion for someone at school!  Stay tuned!


Monday, January 10, 2011

My Word

This morning I was thinking about the rich abundance of opportunities for Quilters Who Blog (or Bloggers Who Quilt, as you prefer).  The new year has brought numerous quilt-alongs, blog hops, UFO challenges, and the usual number of just plain inspirational photographs that make me think, "Oh, I want to do something like that!"

All of this got me thinking about my tendency to want to do it all.  Not to have it all, but to do it all.  I'm a terrible sucker for "just one meeting per month" and "only one block per week" enticements.

And then I reach the point where the things that I'd expected to be fun have turned into obligations that aren't fun, but pressures.

I've printed out the instructions for Lori's little quilt-along; a tiny quilt shouldn't take up that much time.  But I've not done anything about it.  Then I saw what Barbara Brackman was up to and realized that I've never done a whole lot with eight-inch blocks and I had a wealth of CW fabrics so at least it wasn't going to be expensive, and I started making her blocks.  I've forced myself to quickly close windows that open with yet more challenges, projects, quilt-alongs.

A little while ago I read Sandy's blog.  She's identified her "word for 2011."  It is "participate."  She challenges her readers to identify their own words for 2011.

Thinking about all that is going on in my family, at my job, at church, with quilting opportunities,  and in the rest of my real life, my "word for 2011" is on the tip of my tongue but I can't quite find it.  It isn't restraint and it isn't exactly balance but it is something in that general neighborhood.  Something like judicious or careful.  And then I find it:  thoughtful.  I want to not enter pell-mell into every possible opportunity that comes along.  I want time for consideration and a thought-out decision.  Thoughtful.  Thank you, Sandy.  I needed that.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

North Star and UFO Challenge

Barbara Brackman published the second block in her Civil War series yesterday and I had a pleasant time making it out of fabrics from my CW scrap tub.

I'd always heard this block called Sawtooth Star; Barbara calls it North Star, a name I prefer.  She says it also has been called Aunt Eliza's Star or Variable Star.

I've done nothing whatsoever about my UFO Challenge for this month.  I'd planned on getting backing fabric at Sauder's yesterday and taking #3, Indigo and Caramel Baskets, to the machine quilter one evening this coming week.  The binding is already made.  But our trip was postponed until the 29th.  I'm wondering if I should look for backing closer to home or swap numbers around on the list.

I think I'll leave this weighty decision until tomorrow.

Update:  Rather amazingly, no sooner had I written this post, than I went downstairs to see which project to swap with #3, and Lo!  and Behold!  I had enough fabric to piece the back!  I've emailed the machine quilter to set an appointment for this week, so it is looking as though I might make this deadline after all!



Saturday, January 08, 2011

Let Your Light So Shine . . .

Go here and read.

She has illuminated my world this day.

Would that I could do likewise.


Friday, January 07, 2011

Catch Me If You Can

Well, you know, I didn't have enough going on, or enough projects in process (sarcasm intended), and when Barbara Brackman began a new sort-of quilt-along of Civil War blocks with CW history interspersed, I thought, "Well, I simply must do that!"

And so I made the first block, Catch Me If You Can, and am pleased with it, despite the pathetic photograph.  I'm delving into my Rubbermaid tub of Civil War repros to make these blocks, and do not intend to purchase any additional, at least until it the blocks are all finished and it is time to set them.  The blocks finish at eight inches, an unusual size for me.

Barbara will post a new block each Saturday.  I made this one the day it was posted and prolly will make the next one tomorrow, since the planned expedition to Sauder's has been postponed due to threats of additional snow.


Thursday, January 06, 2011

Below Average

Last night was Moment of Truth Night.  Yup.  Back to Weight Watchers after two festive weeks.  One person had lost a half pound, another a quarter.  We gave them our heartiest congratulations, the rest of us, those on the other side of the continuum.

Today I did some research on the internet, downloaded some appealing Points Plus recipes, and went to the store to buy ingredients for this delectable dish (which is in the oven and making the house smell good even as I type).  I printed out nearly a dozen additional new recipes.

I was bemoaning my gain to a colleague who pointed out that the average American gains seven pounds during the last two weeks of each year, and I hadn't gained that much.  In fact, she pointed out, I was below average!

Imagine that.

If you don't hear from me for a while, know it is because I've moved to Lake Woebegon, where I imagine the internet service to be less than stellar.

Evening Update:  The spinach lasagna rolls were excellent.  Dirtied multiple pots, bowls, etc.  But excellent.


Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Book Giveaway: New Winner

Well, friends, I didn't hear anything from Ellen, and Whiter Than Snow is still on my nightstand waiting for a new home.

So I'm picking another possible winner:

How about you, Ray?  You wrote:

I would love to be in the drawing and will certainly pass it along! Thanks for you generosity!
Happy (almost) New Year!


Send me an email with your snail mail address, and I'll get the book headed your way!