how fast the weekend goes
May. 2nd, 2011 02:00 amActually ran a backup on my computer. Basking in glow of conscious virtue.
Also managed to finish the latest quilt top, iron the damn thing (have I mentioned that I hate ironing? I've done more damn ironing for my patchwork in the last few months than I did of my clothes in the last few years), and pin it together with the wadding and backing. Tomorrow I will attempt quilting. At the moment it is sitting in a corner like a big cigar, all rolled up to keep it out of the way. Or a chrysalis. Perhaps that's a better simile.
Another day off work tomorrow. Must get up at a reasonable hour and do things like cleaning. Sigh.
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The Story of Uriah
"Now there were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor."
Jack Barrett went to Quetta
Because they told him to.
He left his wife at Simla
On three-fourths his monthly screw.
Jack Barrett died at Quetta
Ere the next month's pay he drew.
Jack Barrett went to Quetta.
He didn't understand
The reason of his transfer
From the pleasant mountain-land.
The season was September,
And it killed him out of hand.
Jack Barrett went to Quetta
And there gave up the ghost,
Attempting two men's duty
In that very healthy post;
And Mrs. Barrett mourned for him
Five lively months at most.
Jack Barrett's bones at Quetta
Enjoy profound repose;
But I shouldn't be astonished
If now his spirit knows
The reason of his transfer
From the Himalayan snows.
And, when the Last Great Bugle Call
Adown the Hurnai throbs,
And the last grim joke is entered
In the big black Book of Jobs.
And Quetta graveyards give again
Their victims to the air,
I shouldn't like to be the man
Who sent Jack Barrett there.
-- Kipling
Also managed to finish the latest quilt top, iron the damn thing (have I mentioned that I hate ironing? I've done more damn ironing for my patchwork in the last few months than I did of my clothes in the last few years), and pin it together with the wadding and backing. Tomorrow I will attempt quilting. At the moment it is sitting in a corner like a big cigar, all rolled up to keep it out of the way. Or a chrysalis. Perhaps that's a better simile.
Another day off work tomorrow. Must get up at a reasonable hour and do things like cleaning. Sigh.
---
The Story of Uriah
"Now there were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor."
Jack Barrett went to Quetta
Because they told him to.
He left his wife at Simla
On three-fourths his monthly screw.
Jack Barrett died at Quetta
Ere the next month's pay he drew.
Jack Barrett went to Quetta.
He didn't understand
The reason of his transfer
From the pleasant mountain-land.
The season was September,
And it killed him out of hand.
Jack Barrett went to Quetta
And there gave up the ghost,
Attempting two men's duty
In that very healthy post;
And Mrs. Barrett mourned for him
Five lively months at most.
Jack Barrett's bones at Quetta
Enjoy profound repose;
But I shouldn't be astonished
If now his spirit knows
The reason of his transfer
From the Himalayan snows.
And, when the Last Great Bugle Call
Adown the Hurnai throbs,
And the last grim joke is entered
In the big black Book of Jobs.
And Quetta graveyards give again
Their victims to the air,
I shouldn't like to be the man
Who sent Jack Barrett there.
-- Kipling
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Date: 2011-05-02 03:43 am (UTC)Make sure that reasonable hour lets you sleep in a little for me. Alas, school is early.
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Date: 2011-05-02 10:02 am (UTC)I did, and thank you, and sympathy.
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Date: 2011-05-02 04:20 am (UTC)Saw pictures of that quilt the other day. So pretty! It makes me want one now. (My mom has a couple quilts and they make for very nice blankets on cold nights)
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Date: 2011-05-02 10:03 am (UTC)Thank you very much! (The old standbys of just adding an extra layer are very effective on cold nights.)