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So, two years ago I started the Mystery Shawl KAL. I lost momentum from work interrupting. I decided in my new wave of nausea and headache (Imotrex made it worse so… Not a migraine?) that I’d clean out the basket the shawl wad in so maybe, someday, I could finish. This is what I found. Woven with dog hair. Sigh. Well that WAS a lot of nice lace yarn.

Grown men left these… Really? Didja NOT know that kids in pre-school manage to throw out their own trash!? And this is in the rich edge of town. Hate that attitude…just had to vent…over-developed sense of injustice according to an old roommate.

The craft room was losing it’s appeal. Too crowded. Three crafters (two who NEVER put anything away and one who RARELY puts things away. We needed work space. We needed to be able to see what we had (a family of right-brainers…if we can’t see it, it doesn’t exist). We needed a door, is what we needed. Our guest/craft room is blessed to include a trundle bed with raised rails on three sides. Enter the door. I also got a...

Happy boy and pocket sketching.

So, to translate, it says: Nov. 2nd, 1959, “why medical care costs so much.”