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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Death of a tropical storm

Drats!  We all became hopeful as Tropical Storm Don grew stronger in the Gulf.  Would Don be our savior or should we look for another?  Dirty Don fell apart as he  approached land, way too far south to do us any good.  The reason?  According to my meteorologist son, the horrible high that has plagued us for months, creating record-breaking heat, low humidity and relentless wind is responsible.  Son Jim refers to it as a "death ridge" and I suppose that is a good way to call something strong enough to kill a tropical storm.  
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  1. RoxieJuly 31, 2011 at 11:02 AM

    I was hopeful too, but the "death ridge" explanation really clarifies the situation. Thanks!

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  2. FrederickaJanuary 2, 2012 at 3:02 PM

    The origin of the old quilt is unknown. I know my mother didn't make it, nor my husband's mother. I don't even know when it first appeared. It seems like it was just there one night when I needed it. Now it is my go-to quilt every night. It is so soft with use and age, warm and snugly. There are some places where the cotton batting is beginning to show through and if I don't watch the cat, she will tug at those spots with her sharp teeth.

    I have other quilts, but I save those for company. They have no exposed batting or loose thread, just beautiful patches, put together with love (or maybe downright necessity). As I drift off to sleep, I wonder who made my old quilt and whether or not that woman could possibly know that after all these years there is another woman (and her cat) loving her handwork and sleeping better because of it.
    I'm thankful to her, whomever she was.

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