Blanket sewing goes on anyhow

There are people who, when they hear you are sick, show up on the doorstep with home-made chicken soup.  And there are people who will come over and clean your house if you will let them.  Other people might be happy to drive you to and from the doctor.  When I know about someone in distress, I want to make sure they can stay warm. The troubles in Japan have my sewing machine out and running.

Housework?  Why yes, our house works very nicely, thank you.  Wall to wall floors and ceilings, all the usual American appurtances . . .

Cleaning?  Oh, you mean, like cleaning the house sort of house work?  Bwahahahahah!

What?  You're serious?  But - but - what's the point?  I mean, you dust the whole place and then all by itself it gets dirty and two months later you have to do it all over again.  and it's not like you ever get ahead of the game.  The only time I'mcompletely caught up on the laundry is when my husband and I are standing stark naked, folding clothes together.  Like that'll ever happen.  I'm 61, friends.  I just don't do stark naked as well as I used to.  Not that he complains, mind you. . . And he still looks like the blue-eyed lean haunched man I fell in love with, so maybe  we should give it a try. 

Oh lord, the sap IS rising!  I always get extra frisky in the spring.