Yesterday afternoon, I caught myself thinking it was Friday 😕 I think this may be because in my mind, Tuesday evening was the start of holiday mode for me as we did what we need to do and now we're just settling in and getting ready to enjoy Thanksgiving tomorrow.
We had the first Crafting for Christmas workshop (?--still not sure what to call these) yesterday. Just a few people came but it was nice to sit and chat and they had the hang of things before we left. Before that started, I went into the library, which shares a lobby with the art gallery where we were doing the huck gift tag. Both Bill and I had books in, so I picked those up. One of mine was this one:
It's about a tapestry weaving collective in Donegal. I don't think it's still in existence, but I'm interested in the history anyway. Bill has commented numerous times about the fact that when he goes to the library site to search for a newly published book, they never have any in a Donegal library branch. This isn't a new book--it was published 20 years ago--but you'd think there'd be at least one copy somewhere in Donegal. Nope. I requested it from elsewhere. Weird. I am grateful for the nationwide library system that allows me to request books from anywhere in the country.Before we left to care for our furry friend in Killybegs, the buds on our Thanksgiving cacti were starting to grow. I actually considered taking one with us because I thought we'd miss the blooms. I decided not to because I figured the buds would just get knocked off in transit. When we got home three weeks later, I was happy to see that no blooming had occurred so we didn't miss it. The flowers have started to open now.
A little thing, but this, along with the blooming cyclamen a friend gave me, brings me moments of quiet joy every time I walk into the kitchen. May you have many such moments throughout your day.

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