Well, here's the latest pic of my progress on LJP's "Star Spangled Quilt". I'll admit that this should have been finished yesterday, but I was too busy dehydrating myself while bawling through the Michael Jackson memorial.
I wish I could explain myself. I mean, I never actually knew that I was a Michael Jackson fan. Sure, I watched the Thriller video with all of my friends like everybody else, and I imagine that I even made a fool of myself once or twice on a dance floor trying to do the moonwalk. But cry over a televised memorial service for somebody that I hadn't paid attention to in 25 years?
As I contemplated the waterworks sprouting from my eyeballs, I finally decided that what was killing me is that no matter what your opinion of the guy....he was somebody's dad. And he was somebody's son. And somebody's brother. And THEN! when his little daughter decided to tell the whole world that she thought her daddy was the best father you could ever imagine, I thought I was going to have a stroke over the sadness of it all. (I'm pretty sure that my insides are made entirely of marshmallow fluff, but there are worst things I could be than a sappy fool, I guess.)
So today is all about leaving Neverland and smacking myself right back into the reality of Chez Spinster and its upkeep. Stewey and I are up to our eyeballs in laundry, and I've promised to finish it completely before moving on to anything fun. I should be on my hands and knees washing baseboards, but one must pace oneself, mustn't one?