"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Tonight I went to book club early and had a wonderful time visiting with my bookie friends. We all enjoyed the book, but mostly we talked about life. We tied a beautiful red, white, and blue lap quilt for Sylvia's son, Seth, a 19-year-old veteran who just got his legs blown off from an IED bomb in Afghanistan. Sylvia heads up our book club, and has flown out to Washington D.C. to be with him while he is in his extensive recovery process. We also donated boxes of books for the hospital library, because Sylvia says it's so hard to have nothing to do but wait.

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