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Plains of Africa beneath Mt. Kilimanjaro

The years go by. I keep knitting and crocheting because that’s what I like to do. But I don’t really have goals or outlets for my work. This is the season of craft fairs as we run up to Thanksgiving and Christmas.. I’m preparing for the Craft Fair at the Senior Center in Ballard. I will be sharing a table with 2 friends and we will have a lot of fun and hopefully a sale or two….or three…… So I have spent today assembling my work and sewing in threads on numerous scarves. That’s my “go-to” knitting. It’s actually enjoyable to assemble my work, old and new.

A big competitor this coming weekend will be Julefest at the the more sophisticated and resourced Nordic Museum, just a block away from the Ballard Senior Center. I am an enthusiastic supporter of both organisations but my lovely knitted and crocheted items will only be available at the Ballard Senior Centre. As the song goes – “Come and Buy……”

Trying to tidy my room and I discover an “old” letter. That sets me to day-dreaming! A letter written in 1994 – almost 30 years ago. And it feels like yesterday. Time flies!! I want to do a “time travel” and actually relive a day of April 1994 as my younger self.

In Dun Laoghaire-Dalkey Dublin Ireland

School marm? Theologian?

I want to give her a name and think what her story could have been. Do my readers have any suggestions?

Mowing Alfalfa

Reverse side

Salmon Fishing on Puget Sound, Washington

Partial View of Lobby, Hotel St Regis, Seattle

Today was the monthly meeting of the Pacific Northwest Postcard Club and I found quite a few postcards to my liking. But my “best” purchase was:

Two adorable English Sheepdogs

The Seattle Antiquarian Book Fair 2023 has come and gone – how did I miss it? I missed it last year also and then travelled to Boston to catch up with it. Do I have to do that again this year?

Unfortunately I don’t have the picture side of this postcard but the message side is of great interest – at least to me and my sons. It was written by my husband when he was on one of his business trips. In August 1992 when this was written we were living in Nairobi Kenya.and he was traveling to the South Pacific. The card was written and posted from the Solomon Islands. He flew from Nairobi to Mauritius and then on to Bangkok and Sydney Australia. In Mauritius, Air Mauritius could not find his suitcase and thought it might have been left in Nairobi. However in flight, messages were zipping back and forth and the joyous result was that the case was actually in the hold of the flight he was on. Anxious times!