Today seemed to be a hopeful day. I had a strange sixth sense about it. I don’t know why. I wasn’t even thinking about anything financial, and was surprised to see, tonight, that the Dow Jones average, etc. was up. It was a good day on Wall Street, not that I pay any attention to such things because I am not an “investor.”
We have always invested in ourselves, that is, our ongoing understanding of the world, via books and education. We think it is a good preoccupation. There are so many new topics of interest. I can’t even keep up with myself and the books I accumulate.
However, that is okay. Buying books, we feel, is a better “investment” than say, smoking, drinking, “pigging out,” carousing, gambling, etc. I am happy to be married to a guy who enjoys books just as much as I do. We should live in a library. On most days, I think we do.
Now, to continue with my original thought: here are the questions that remain at the end of this day.
I wonder:
Why it is that when I asked one relative a question, I heard from another one, with whom I had never discussed the topic, and who lives on the other end of the state.
I wonder:
How someone can remove a beeswax stain that is brown, on a quilt? She “ironed” the quilt, after storing it, in progress, in a plastic bag.
I wonder:
Why the antiques stores are in such a jumble of a mess, and why sellers don’t try to make their merchandise look more desirable by arranging it in something other than a heap.
I wonder:
When the economy will turn around enough so that qualified people can return to positions commensurate with their abilities and knowledge.
I wonder:
What the future will bring for some quilt magazines, with all of the hustling and restructuring that is now going on, and with bankruptcy a threat for some.
I wonder:
If quilt frames that were stored on the ceiling were actually used in some places in early New England, or not, and why no one else remembers the example I saw in Woolwich, Maine in the early 1990s.
I wonder what else I could be doing to help others, short of giving them money (an impossibility).
If anyone has any suggested answers to any of the above quandaries, I may be contacted at the same spot I am always found: pat@quiltersmuse.com
Until then, I will count my blessings, instead of sheep.
Patricia Cummings, P.I.A.
Quilter’s Muse Publications and Virtual Museum
