Tuesday's knitting group was small but very interesting, and I'd brought curry leaves for another person to try. The librarian stopped in, and I showed her saying I bet you know these. Curry leaves? Of course I know them. I figured she would, since they often feature in Indian cooking.
Our chat ranged over men's inability to find things, such as eggs in fridges, downsizing, assisted living, singing, playing other instruments, clefs, register breaks, Episcopal nuns, homelessness, oatmeal cookies, and meetings.
Then home to Textiles and Tea with Paula Becker, who has done restoration weaving of curtains for Cranbrook, the prestigious art center, and who has designed textiles. She is interested in deconstructing work and reweaving into original designs.
In the course of her chat I got a cool idea for the next page of my book, not very related to her point, but that's how ideas work. So here are a few samples of her work.
Interesting lady, very creative in design.
Then out to the mailbox where I found
This is silly season, since you can not be obliged to serve after 75, but they still keep trying. And you have to go online and fill out a multipart questionnaire to determine if you're eligible. Then they get back later to say if they agree.
They disqualified me on the grounds of age and decrepitude. The new questionnaire, I've been there before, now has an additional option asking if I'd like to be permanently disqualified, which I gladly agreed to. So maybe they'll stop calling me. Or possibly send a card asking if I'd like to continue being permanently disqualified, and requiring me to fill out a questionnaire to be sure.
Wednesday is what Medicare calls my annual wellness jamboree or something, aka physical. I'm hoping it's quite undramatic.
Happy day, everyone, hoping you'll have great new ideas and few demands.