My thoughts are sort of jumbled today, but I wanted to get a post ready, so …
Nobody has to sell me (or give me for Christmas) one of those weighted blankets. I see ads for them everywhere. They’re supposed to put you into a deep and satisfying sleep whether you use them for naps or a full night’s rest.
This is not one of those elegantly designed quilts with tiny, artistic stitches, either. The beautiful quilts you see in museums and antique stores are works of art, the only way early housewives had to express their love of design and beauty.
I don’t need one because I have one. It’s not the new, silky, advertised version. Mine is soft like a flannel shirt you’ve had for years…as a matter of fact, I think it IS made from old flannel shirts.
Mine is an old-style patchwork quilt made of leftover and recovered scraps of cloth from no longer functional clothing. The front or patchwork part of my blanket is secured to the lining and the backing with yarn knots at regular intervals.
My blanket is what I grew up calling a comforter, which efficiently says exactly what those wordy ads are claiming about weighted blankets “…shown to produce a soothing effect that reduces anxiety.”
I don’t know what lining is in my comforter. The outside is soft, yet the blanket is sort of heavy in warm and comforting way. Bringing it out of the closet in September or October is as heartwarming as that first bowl of winter chili or the sound of a crackling fireplace.
So, if I’m on your Christmas list for a weighted blanket…you can cross me off as DONE.
A couple of years ago, on the second day of classes at the college where I work, I found a spiral notebook in a classroom; one of those cheap, one-subject notebooks moms always buy the week before school starts. I opened it to see if there was a name or some identification so I could return it to the owner. All I found was a list on the first page. It read:
Things I Forgot Today
- How to use Mac
- The date
- My C number
After I finished laughing, I added “my notebook” to the list and set the thing aside to wait for the hapless student to come looking for it.
It is still laying on my desk. Two years later.
And then there are my own notes. I’ve been cleaning off my desk the last couple of days and I keep coming across cryptic notes I’ve written to myself. For instance:
- Legacy = Cisco
- 12 x 10 x 7.5
- August 4th (with an exclamation point…if that was an appointment, I missed it)
- A lot of phone numbers with no names
- A lot of passwords with no subject…I don’t know what these passwords open
A lot of my time today has been spent with the age old question: throw away something I no longer recognize or keep…just in case? Maybe I’ll create a folder of Notes I No Longer Need.
So goes my desk cleaning.
Finally, I’ve been fending off a lot of unknown and slightly shady characters from my blog and have become fascinated by the user names. Most hat frankly are so ridiculous they immediately stand out as fake).
Today, someone actually signed up as JonathanHacker. Another one, which I am convinced is the same jerk, has signed up numerous times using the word “scuby” (as in Scooby Doo?) in the fake name, for instance “pbyeiScuby.”
One of the most “normal” users was one called DavidDat. I have a bit of an inferiority complex and find it difficult to believe that a person I don’t know would want to be notified every time I post an article. I don’t know a DavidDat or any name remotely like that, so after much consideration, I deleted him:
“David, if you are reading this, email me and introduce yourself.”
You might be wondering why I don’t want all these followers. Most people who blog count their success by the number of subscribers they have. Not me. I’ve been in the business long enough to know that bad characters want the right to post unfettered comments on my page, comments that refer to products they are selling or to post trash talk or to lure my readers to their websites (for questionable reasons, I might add).
So, if you’re serious about being a subscriber and receiving notifications when I post, then you are reading this even now and you should know that an email request will quickly get you added to my subscriber list.
I like the idea of “Notes to keep just in case”. One folder like that would eliminate others I have started. Nothing like those old comforters.
I have an old quilt that I think was my mom’s, Sadie Donahue Richey. I remember those old quilts you write about. I love to read your thoughts. It brings me closer to knowing you. I miss the days when cousins knew one another. Bless you, cousin!
Thanks! Yes, it’s sad that today many cousins don’t even know they are cousins! Back in my day (lol), cousins were my