8:15 AM: Playing “hooky” from Writers’ Hour – well, not exactly, got caught up in a Huff Post article on family sexual abuse…thankful ever so much that such emotional, mental and physical toll n’er existed in my life…tho’ I do recall my mother telling me that her stepfather attempted (succeeded?) in abusing her three younger sisters – his daughters – until she, my mom, threatened to end his life if he ever did such again. Apparently he didn’t but did wind up in a mental facility where he lived out his life…how long that was, I don’t know or if I did, recall. Not the subject I intended to share

Today started with the delivery of a new faucet for the kitchen sink. True to AZ word, the package was delivered before 8 AM today. This will be the third faucet in twenty years – planned obsolescence, any one? And this one is a “back to the future” model, i.e, the first was this style…

161 words so far in approximately 30 minutes, give or take. I actually have no plan about that to write – but that’s OK: It is the “moment” that counts…

8: 44 AM: The clock ticks, steadily. I am preparing to meet quilting/friends this morning for our monthly gathering: good food; good sharing; good fun… several of us are beginning an embroidery project, a skill, shall I say, is “new to me” tho’ I no doubt dabbled as a child. I smile for I recall my mother’s retirement projects: she too dabbled, or probably reconnected with stitch. Eventually, discovering rigid heddle weaving, she played and practiced and played and practiced until she was able to not only produce a placemat, towel, wall hanging, she was able to weave fabrics as tho’ she was using a four harness loom and… she wound up teaching this to others at a weaving shop in the area.

8:55 AM: “OK Writers, our time is up …” And we are now being summoned to wrap up for the closing; sharing – via chat, what we each accomplished. At the end, a couple of us are invited to share our progress, a way to encourage not only others but also , most importantly, ourselves …

9:00 AM: “We did it! It’s the top of the hour !” And thus another day ends…TBC.

8:32 PM: Shortly after I typed the above sentence, I left to join my quilting friends – easily a good hour’s drive, especially during “still AM rush hour”. Complicated because I took a wrong turn and overshot my route; even with that, I managed to be the first to arrive. Go figure. We had good food and a great time – always do- sharing projects and ideas. I shared my June journal pages – not done but getting there…

On the way home I stopped at a Joann’s looking for black rick rack. No such luck. Guess, I’ll see what Prime has to offer…