a yarn...I mean...a story

The planets must have been aligned or else I just got lucky or something. Whatever it was it made me giggle and smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I had a small crochet project I had started. Don't get too excited it wasn't anything masterful, just a straight back and forth afghan wannabe. I came across this long abandoned item in a bag along with the extra yarn. As I wondered- what was I thinkin' when I chose that color- it suddenly came to me. I needed to donate this to the local senior center for someone else to love and make it useful in some way.
It made it as far as the car and there it rode around town for a few weeks as I ran the kids here and there and did my errands, hoping to be in the area of the senior center some day.
Hopefully sooner than later.


On Wednesday I drove right by the senior center and forgot the bag was still my very patient passenger. A block or two later I suddenly had a jolt of memory hit my brain and I turned the car around.
I went into the senior center and walked up to the front desk and asked if I could donate this, as I opened up the bag to give the nice, white haired lady a peek.
She replied with a smile, "Oh honey, go in that room over there.", pointing to the door across the lobby.
I walked through the door and was met by a room full of about 10 more white haired ladies all chatting and sitting at long tables covered with yarn. They all became silent and wanted to see what was in the bag.
One sweet lady said, "Oh bless your heart. Is that for us?"
To which I replied, "Yes and you can tear it all out and use the yarn for something else if you wish."
She said, "Heavens, no! It is beautiful. We will finish it and it will go to a nursing home. We meet once each month to socialize and make afghans to donate."

I walked out the front door with a skip in my step and wondered how I ended up there on that day. The day they gather to crochet and knit.
Hmmmmm. Curious.

be sure to have a well lit clothesline area at night....

I love the smell of laundry dried on the line...

The other day, after doing a long stretch of many loads of laundry in between my phone "ringing off the hook", as the saying goes, I remembered that I still had one more load still out on the line. It was now after dark.
I was tired and ready for the comfort of my pajamas and a few chapters read in my current library book.
I surrendered to the fact that the maid wasn't going to go out and pull the stuff off the line since she has never done that in my whole lifetime. (As a matter of fact she is quite invisible!!)
Out I went in my bare feet to retrieve the laundry from the clothesline. I was just taking the last few items down and tossing them into my laundry basket when under my foot something went squisssssshhhhhhhh. Yuck. Double YUCK!