In the life long process of washing clothes I have turned a number of items into something from human size to cabbage patch doll size, no effort at all to accomplish. Now I have a pair of knitted fingerless gloves, that have upon wearing, proved to be sizes too big. Figured I would turn them into boiled wool, or at least a tighter knit. Have given them three baths of boiling water, two dryer sessions and one drying on the radiator. They are the still the same size. How does that happen?
Long-Bin Chen
Li Hongbo
Going to the Dogs
ps
found clothing item. it looked like a t-shirt and was folded in among the all black.
Boot Scrapers
Sheridan Oregon
A digression. Remember the Blues Brothers statues along the side of the road, near the Roy Rogers turnoff? This school is also in Sheridan, [population 6, 156]. What makes this school note worthy, is it is the elite school for the Scientology belief system. The children attending here, are learning about Scientology. Apparently a famous actor sent his two children here. So my question is, why Sheridan? Why Oregon?
http://www.delphian.org/
Did It Again.
1. Washed the windows for spring. This is such a big deal to me. And the result is so spectacular I have to report it.
2. Lost something in this space. How is it possible, to misplace a pair of leggings when I live here alone, my wash does not leave because I have a washer and dryer and I am just returned so everything is uncluttered and still in tidy mode. I can not find them, and have searched thoroughly. It is not possible.
Wrong Mom
Returned to NYC only 24 hours and was out and about. Passed a woman with an eight year old daughter, and on a leash, a lab dog. Dog was demanding more from the mother than the child. Mother and I shared the same hair color and black clothes. As I passed the trio on the sidewalk, mother was speaking to the dog, who had just opted for a yet another sniff at the tree trunk, and I walked around them and along the sidewalk. All of a sudden, I hear little feet running beside me and feel a small hand lay itself against my side, looking for my hand. In a nano-second I realized it was a case of mistaken identity. I stopped, looked down at the small girl with her hand at my side and said with a smile, “wrong mom’. It took her two nano seconds to process the information before she turned on her heel and ran to her mom, while I walked on.