Ping Kate:

Forgot to say that 5481 is also a future. It was on sale and fell in love with the back detail. Right now it pants, then shorts then the dress and then the jacket. That way I can avoid things like eating, sleeping and cooking. Mind, mind where did you go,Oh mind of mine. Juno

I was just reading through the directions for the dress and the piping isn't piping. It's bias tape sewn flat over the seams. I don't like that idea at all. As I said in my previous post I have to think about what I will do. Maybe piping, maybe nothing. I really need to think about it. Got the other things to attend to first. Juno

I so understand the sanity thing. Trying to schedule workmen to tear out and re-build one bathroom, while laying new tile in the second bathroom, while doing finishing work on the (partially finished) basement bathroom.... I think I'll just go quietly mad.

Make sure you also have two dead irons in the attic -- save the heaviest irons if you have more than two. In case of need, you can remove the cords and let them take turns sitting in a skillet on the gas stove.

A Golden Autumn Silence

Once upon a stormy time, a long, long time ago, the autumn leaves came crashing down in half a foot of snow.

"Sparking wires," said the scanner, "sparking wires, wires down. Stop reporting one by one, it's the whole deleted town." I'm sure talk got more lively, but that's when mine went down.

Gasoline won't run the siren, the pagers worked just fine. Firemen were needed everywhere, at dawn, I got back mine.

When the sun came out next morning, it melted all the snow. That was sure a blessing: just chop up trees, and go! When everyone needs water, firemen don't need snow.

And then the house got quiet. No clicks, no whines, no drone. And then the world got quiet. The chain saws buzzed alone. I wanted to write how fine it was. My typer did not moan. I have a treadle sewing machine, a treadle iron -- lingers And seams in polyester just won't yield to fingers.

At last, one day, a NiMo truck went by at walking speed I clapped my hands -- if they hunt for breaks there can't be much we need It must be soon, they must be near the end of their attack, And sure enough, in two more hours, sweet cacophony was back. Joy beeson

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Great.

Claire in Montréal France. http:// snipped-for-privacy@free.fr