Helen is back

As of a couple of hours ago, Margaret and Helen is back. I agree with a recent comment: “Welcome back. So sorry you need to be here.”

What the hell is wrong with the Republican Party?  I mean, fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.  Fool me for three indictments and 78 felony counts… and we haven’t even heard from the Georgia DA yet. Surely I am not the  only fat lady dying to sing. 

—MargaretandHelen.com

Helen Philpot is a determined old lady who won’t stand for nonsense. She’s funny, smart, and right. Today she explains why “Trump is a hemorrhoid.”

Thank you, Helen. I missed you like crazy!

NOW & THEN

Today is the 70th anniversary of the end of the 1950-1953 Korean War, one of the first international conflicts of the Cold War era.

—CNN’s 5 Things
On my walk the other day.

Right there: “Korean War.” It was studiously called a “police action” when I was a girl. No war was declared and we were corrected if we slipped and referred to it as a war.

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THROW A SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE

I can’t be the only one sick of hearing about Barbie. I could write about my Barbie doll—the original gifted by my mother; I do not remember asking for one—and how much I disliked her hair and makeup. Instead: weather, birds, writing, and a mountain lion.

It’s been hot in Portland, cool on the coast. The house south of us at the coast sold for 3.3 million and the new owners seem nice. They are the first to actually put a car in the garage in at least twenty years!

In Portland, the new couple on our floor are nice, too. Gary took over from a real estate agent when they were viewing the unit, pitched it hard, and is pleased he made that sale! [No commission.]

We go out for our walks before the sun rises very high because it’s cooler and we are less likely to see people. Gary has always been an early riser and I gave up fighting that a long, long time ago.
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WHINING

Gary has gone to the store to get chocolate chips so that I will make cookies. Otherwise, I am sitting with knitting, staring at the ocean, and fussing. (I have completed two gifts and begun knitting a third.) I am going to whine in a way only a spoiled person would so you might not want to read further.

By mid-winter each year, we decide the hibiscus has flat out died, but we give it a few months before tossing it on the compost pile because maybe… Here it is back in flower!
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REMEMBERING ANN

In grade school, I wanted desperately to have a best friend. I knew girls who had piano lessons, dance, modeling, swim classes. I did none of those things. My best First Grade friend moved away and for a long time I had friends, but no one “best.”

That’s a pile of kelp. We haven’t seen much kelp in recent years, surely not a good sign.
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INDEPENDENCE DAY

Locals mostly hate the Fourth of July. Too many people, loose dogs, and illegal fireworks going off at all hours. During my run this morning, a dog charged me, barking deeply, and the owner didn’t even apologize. But also a great many brown pelicans, sand all the way around Hug Point, and Gary built a fort. Some bad news, but good food. Education.

There were dozens of brown pelicans onshore in front of our home when we went out about 6:30. We did not approach but took zoomed-in photos. By the time we got home there were people and loose dogs scattered across the beach, and the pelicans had gone off for the day.
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the Summer Night Market in Cannon Beach is CANCELLED

As of ten minutes ago. No Night Market this summer.

People, this is the decision of the Cannon Beach Arts Association, not me. It’s not delayed, but cancelled, and I do not know why.

Hi Artists,

I truly regret to inform you that the July 1, Summer Night Market has been cancelled. This is the result of some very unforeseen circumstances, I apologize for the inconvenience.

Scott and I work really hard to never cancel anything, and it was all unforeseen. (I promise we are not usually flaky)

—Scott and Summer

[Should I mention here that this has now happened to me in two out of three openings?]

Stay tuned in case I am able to find a date for “a pop-up shop” in July or August.

In the mean time, I have ruanas, shawls, baby blanket, and scarves. Email me for photos and I can ship. email: andpride@gmail.com

[The quilt below is here merely for the color.]

CANCELLED

This coming Saturday—CANCELLED two days before! I have been offered “pop-up” gallery space. Might do that.

My stack of shawls top and center, but unfortunately no link to my website on the page announcing the Night Market, which has not been updated as of the morning before the event to indicate it’s been cancelled unless viewers click through to “MORE”. I suspect people will only view the main page to double-check starting time.

I will have woven pieces for sale—24 shawls and ruanas (if I can finish the ruanas in time!), maybe an afghan, and two scarves—in a variety of colors, mostly hand painted Canadian merino by Koigu with hand-dyed and handspun wool and some silk blends just for fun.

above: ten shawls from five warps—each with different wefts that result in quite different colorways.

I began making Christmas stockings for my grandchildren. They are pieced differently front and back or have a plain backing, and use rich fabrics with metallics, cuff, and lined with silk, velvet, or cotton print. I can include a name on the stocking.

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I did not plan to have stockings for sale at the Night Market, but I can make them to order in colors to suit. They are meant to be entirely personal. The one shown was made for my husband who has conservative tastes in colors and patterns but I gave him gold and silver along with his greens (silver silk toe and heel). Children’s stocking are more playful. Delivery no later than Thanksgiving.

WAITING

I’m waiting till 6:30 to go for my run so that we can stop at New Seasons on the way home to pick up tomatoes and avocados. Maybe cheese.

The sky is absolutely clear overhead—faintly aqua to pale gold around the edges with strands of pink clouds east of the city. Windows wide open. My coffee within reach. Gary reading news on his phone in the other room.

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IMAGINE

Imagine I am an ordinary citizen. When I take a government job, I swear to serve my country and uphold the law. When I leave that job a couple of years ago, I take my personal possessions with me, packed in cardboard boxes.

Imagine the Records Office discovers hundreds of documents are missing from my former place of work and that I am accused of taking secret documents with me when I left.

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