Oh Boy, am I cold this morning! Having been awake again since 4 something and now that daylight is almost "riz" as one oldtimer used to express it, I feel somewhat alive...again. I've an idea I just may make it through the day, with a quick nap interspersed here and there.
Es Plainin My Blasting
Let me clarify my griping yesterday over the 'so high' electric bill. While we were slapped with an increase, TVA, (Tennessee Valley Authority) which furnishes our power had a decrease. Thus, the city is winning in both directions - controlling the situation. It was a move made to increase revenue for the city...uh, the city leaders. If only this extra income might benefit the county also, it may be justified but no, it didn't. It just appears that the money is flowing out like a stream of water heading downhill and nothing extra to show for it.
Update: Not 4% increase for electric BUT 16%!!!! I believe this is perfect example of Run-Away Inflation.
Backing Off From 'The American Way/Dream'
These days so many people in this country are "getting off the grid". Smart folks they are! They are leaving the world of wasteful materialism and control, heading back to the basics. It looks to be the way of the future for so many. Actually, I've been living somewhat in this manner for so long. Deprivation is good for the soul! Yes, often it is.
If I could I would have a cistern and some solar panels and escape the clutches of control. I know very little about solar power, only from reading of others' usage but it sure sounds good to me. Yet regrettably, money and energy are lacking to bring this idea about.
Somewhere back, I posted about building a cistern...my dad did... and we kids carried buckets of water uphill a long way from a spring, needed for making the mortar. It seemed a never-ending job I had. It wasn't though. It did end. Just a memory now from long ago.
My Heart is Hurting
Everything ends; nothing lasts. Thus that warning: "Don't put all your eggs in one basket". This may sound like pure rambling on my part. Not so. I'm thinking of particular situations but cannot write about them here. They are just too personal and painful.
Better Eyesight Has Arrived
Yesterday an appointment was given for three weeks ahead to get eyeglasses...for reading. I sure look forward to them. I can read now fairly well but words start to dim in time. My excitement comes with the fact I'll be able to easily use a seam ripper. Last week I tried but failed miserably. Using my old eye glasses last night did alleviate matters somewhat but not enough.
Having balanced vision now versus the imbalance of the past few weeks certainly is an advantage though. The need to squint and creep about was very exhausting for me.
I am deconstructing wool garments. It seems a shame to harm a beautiful garment that is actually a work of art in my view but I have visions for new "art". Whether the vision will come to fruition, I don't know; it is just a plan, a grand idea that often comes with age.
It's a Real Good Thinking Tool
As I sat here last night waiting for a decent time to go to bed, I pricked and snipped...and meditated. Yes I did. Who would have ever thought a seamripping tool could help to open one's mind so!
Yet it did; whereas a needle and thread can't do that as well.
Although I
Anyway, back to wool. I've learned quite a bit about it recently; one blogger taught herself to make hook rugs; and what beautiful ones she has created. Now she is sharing her knowledge with others; like me, for instance.
Dog Hair?
There is another blogger I read who writes about her sheep, shearing, and making yarn. This world is so full of talent, isn't it?
In the past while clipping and snipping my dogs' hair, I mused on the idea of making yarn with it. Now you just quit laughing; let me finish. I did have thoughts about yarn. You are the first one I've told this to; I've learned from past experiences to keep my thoughts to myself; I get tired of being ridiculed so often about my crazy ideas.
Anyway, to make this short and sweet, making doghair yarn has happened in one family; the young daughter took it and secretly at night made her mother a lovely scarf for Christmas. Now was that a labor of LOVE or not?
When I read that post, my jaw dropped. I then thought: I'm not as nutty as others thought me to be.
Little Girl's long tresses, silky and shiny white as they were, would have made some beautiful yarn, I believe. She was the Westie ... A Westie Vest; yeah, that's an idea!
Hope all of you have a happy and productive day today and I wish you the best of everything for the coming New Year.
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