oxymoron (emphasis on moron)

This morning I read, drank coffee and squandered time. I finally decided to don my new (PINK) sweater dress with (black) leggings and leave the house. I survived the wilds of a hopping fabric store, which I would have thought was an oxymoron until today. Crafty women and their bored husbands swarmed the aisles of cotton, velveteen, notions and fat quarters. It's a fabulous learning opportunity. I asked one woman point blank: "What are you going to do with that?" (That was a fat quarter of candy cane material.) She answered, "Make ornaments." I asked, "Where do you find Christmas ornament patterns?" She answered, "I take apart ornaments."

My sewing sherpa, G, deserves a purple heart for patience, endurance and fortitude. How does she put up with me? And, I brought her a vest pattern, apparently, gaging from her reaction to it, a difficult vest pattern. After she studied the guide sheet for a few minutes, she looked me in the eyes and said, "All I ask is that you don't get us any fur to work with." I answered, "Okay, I find wool tricky enough." I'm almost finished with my *awesome* dress. It's wool. It's heavy. It's crazy comfortable. I'm very proud of it.

I drove over to Charlotte to visit H. A good time was had by all. Her roommate is an excellent cook and generous too. We made a mix, but then my computer died. After my sister listened to it, she asked, "Who helped you with it?"

Which forced the inevitable, I bought a new power cord for my ancient computer. This is the second time I've replaced the power cord, Mr. Apple Computer Man. The second time in three and a half years. I asked the cordial sales staff if they were going to recycle it. She said no. At least she was honest. An honest anthropology major she was. So, I kept my retired power adaptor and maybe will give it to somebody to refurbish or something... or maybe a historian will study it 500 years from now.

I found out about the half marathon in Charlotte in March. Then there is the Seattle one in June. When you see my photo in the newspaper and ask yourself, "Who is that gorgeous athletic beast?", remember I'm a fabulous writer too.

I'm adopting GK Chesterton's motto "Anything worth doing is worth doing badly" for 2009. Let the rumpus start!