Fabric/Hummingbird/Thanks
Jul. 8th, 2005 10:55 amI've been sorting my late friend Anna's possessions for many months now, hundreds of boxes of stuff. The sorting is essentially done now. I have little piles of things in various places in my house, piles that I'm slowly putting into boxes or envelopes and mailing out, or piles that I'm putting through the shredder. There were some ungodly number of boxes when this process began, a few hundred. I'd call Andy to ask if I could bring him some more boxes of fanzines for TAFF/DUFF/GUFF, just a few more boxes. He'd say sure, and I'd arrive with another ten. Okay, actually another fifteen, but some of them were small. We dealt with the books long ago, most of them, although after I thought all the books were gone I found another four boxes, and maybe there are still boxes lurking somewhere in my basement, in some corner where we stashed things just to get them out of the way, in some corner where they're secretly breeding.
At any rate, yesterday I took two boxes to be mailed to Anna's sister over to Karen's house. Two more boxes out, and very little left. Space reclaimed! Yes!
I returned from Karen's house with 18 boxes of primo fabric from Karen's stash, fabric she needed to get rid of because she doesn't sew any more. Two boxes for 18; such a deal. Damn.
I will get rid of some of Karen's fabric in turn, because although all of it is decent quality, not all of it is to my taste, and there's a limit to how much fabric I'll store just so I can use it as muslin, and especially there's a limit to how many boxes I can fit under the bed in the grandchildren's guest room.
It's raining in Seattle today, steady soaking rain alternating with grey skies and the promise of more rain soon. I looked into my back yard a bit ago and saw a small drab bird hovering by the crocosmia -- hovering! A hummingbird! I watched it flit efficiently from blossom to blossom, then sit for at least a minute on a crocosmia stem, then flit again.
My yard has a lot of flowers that should attract hummingbirds, in part because I want to attract hummingbirds, in part because there were flowers of that sort here when I bought the house, and in part because hummingbirds and I share an attraction to nature's most perfect color, red. We don't see hummingbirds every summer, but often enough to justify the red flowers even if I didn't like them for themselves. A day with a hummingbird in it is almost as good as a day with a great grey heron in it.
Many thanks to![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
brisangemen for the list of those known to be safe after yesterday's tragic bombings in London. I found it reassuring to see the lists get longer, even though for the most part I don't know the names behind the LJ pseudonyms. I realised that if someone in our extended community turned out to be among the victims, that name would have been posted openly, so the more pseudonyms, the better.
At any rate, yesterday I took two boxes to be mailed to Anna's sister over to Karen's house. Two more boxes out, and very little left. Space reclaimed! Yes!
I returned from Karen's house with 18 boxes of primo fabric from Karen's stash, fabric she needed to get rid of because she doesn't sew any more. Two boxes for 18; such a deal. Damn.
I will get rid of some of Karen's fabric in turn, because although all of it is decent quality, not all of it is to my taste, and there's a limit to how much fabric I'll store just so I can use it as muslin, and especially there's a limit to how many boxes I can fit under the bed in the grandchildren's guest room.
It's raining in Seattle today, steady soaking rain alternating with grey skies and the promise of more rain soon. I looked into my back yard a bit ago and saw a small drab bird hovering by the crocosmia -- hovering! A hummingbird! I watched it flit efficiently from blossom to blossom, then sit for at least a minute on a crocosmia stem, then flit again.
My yard has a lot of flowers that should attract hummingbirds, in part because I want to attract hummingbirds, in part because there were flowers of that sort here when I bought the house, and in part because hummingbirds and I share an attraction to nature's most perfect color, red. We don't see hummingbirds every summer, but often enough to justify the red flowers even if I didn't like them for themselves. A day with a hummingbird in it is almost as good as a day with a great grey heron in it.
Many thanks to
brisangemen for the list of those known to be safe after yesterday's tragic bombings in London. I found it reassuring to see the lists get longer, even though for the most part I don't know the names behind the LJ pseudonyms. I realised that if someone in our extended community turned out to be among the victims, that name would have been posted openly, so the more pseudonyms, the better.
