Thursday, Friday, Saturday

There are two photos in this entry. Can you find them? I have spent a lot of time trying to get it to work right, and just can't. This is not the first time. Phooey. Weekend update would be incorrect. Many people generally and Nineweaving in particular have been doing jigsaw puzzles over the last six months. Large numbers of pieces, fancy shapes, cunning designs. I generally claim I'm not a puzzle person, although if crosswords are simple enough, I can do them. A neighbor put out some puzzles among a pile of free stuff. They are cute animal pictures on cardboard. There are 108 pieces in each box (even though they claim to be 100 piece puzzles. What is up with that?). The suggested age range is 6-10. I am older than that, but managed to do them both, not especially quickly. I finished on Thursday. I had not planned to do anything to commemorate September 11th. At the time, I was a regular reader of Sarah Bunting's "Tomato Nation" blog, or whatever one would have called it then. There was a very moving description of her walk home from lower Manhattan, accompanied by a stranger named Don, whose birthday it was. He chatted pleasantly the whole way, keeping her from freaking out. They didn't exchange contact info and it took her readers several years to track him down so she could thank him. I don't read her often now, but I went to the site on Friday. She had a post that was mostly about treasured family meals over the years. Then, "PS. Happy birthday, Don" I teared up. I thought of a friend (whom I've never met, but we've "known" each other online for decades). He also walked for hours to get home that day, and discovered that his boyfriend hadn't tried to reach him. B dumped the boyfriend. B's name no longer autocompleted in my email address line, but I found contact info and learned the follow-up. The bad boyfriend got clarity through disaster, and returned to an ex (not B). Nineteen years later they are still together. I have watched with some bemusement as people respond to Paul Krugman's nonsensical tweet saying that we didn't discriminate much against Muslims in the aftermath. Saturday afternoon there was a virtual SCA event. The whole time I've been living in the Boston area, this even has happened in the fall, first at Wellesley, then at a 4H camp near Chelmsford. One of the constants was what was originally called the Ladies Foot Race, but became more inclusive over time. I watched a lot of the online stuff but felt that it wasn't right without the foot race, so I threw on some simple garb and had Arthur take a photo of me trotting across the neighbor's yard. I was going to share it with a few people from the musicians' group, but decided not to spam their inboxes. ( Read more... )