Yesterday. The blue enamel dye pot. On the stove again. Was missing those cloth adventures. So, into the pot -- skin and pith of my one Pomegranate, black tea bags, water, a copper pipe piece. Simmer. then down to the sewing room and the bag of Goodwill linen. The far right is original pale yellow linen. a pair of wide legged pants I think- once upon a Time. The middle, cloth with red onion skins wrapped around a tin can and to far left cloth with string going round and round. I like lines. Some dark spot where it touched the tin can. There was another group of scraps in the kettle when the brew was fresher. Got more tan and less like these which marinated over night. The red onion helped.
I was at the grocery this morning to pick up husband's prescriptions. Too many people. And high rate of COVID transfer in past few days here in Maine. So I didn't stop to buy another Pom. Monday will be soon enough.
Bet Me was very very good. I might just read it again today. I do that if I really like a book. And I can't believe I hadn't read it before now. If I did...I had totally forgotten it. And I might just look for a Chicken Marsala recipe. A plot point in the book.
No sunshine today but it is unseasonably WARM for November in Maine. This time last November Riley and I were heavily bundled up in coats, hats and mittens for the many evening walks we took. Last one at around midnight each day. Just an old Woman, an old Dog and the Dark... and the Drunk next door coming home and nearly hitting us with his huge SUV. Every fricking night.
Had to take a short break- but now I have wiped my face and blown my nose and can continue.
It was heartbreaking to read the news of the numbers of COVID cases ravaging this country (and Maine) in this morning's newspaper. We saw images of the mobile morgues on television last night. More people dying than in the horrific weeks in New York at the beginning. Now it's in the Red States and Maine qualifies as a Red State. Only the part where I live is Blue. I'm now glad the library closed up when the number per day was 100. Now it's closer to 250.
Brett Kavanaugh. Speechless. What were the odds he would try and save the ACA?
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I took your recommendation for Bet Me and placed a hold on it at my library.
when we moved in last year, I was beyond thrilled to see a pomegranate tree next door ... wondered how best to ask if I might pick one or two ... and then, this spring, I was horrified when it was cut down by an inexperienced "landscaper" (an individual trying to get by in the Covid economy), along with much other overgrowth in the yard ... (deep sigh)
Oh, my heart goes out to you and that poor innocent tree. to have one nearby- I would have traded baked goods for one or two of the fruits. We had a landscaper come to do the pruning class at work- a professional. He was great with BIG TREE questions but when it came to shrubs and fruit trees he was at a complete loss. So I got to speak. He was grateful. Because- I said to the group- oops- this was where I was supposed to jump in. Saving him.
Grace is trying to grow a pom on her land. I think they are slow growing.
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