The telephone line has been out of service for 5 days.  It was restored today about 4 PM.  I immediately got on-line and started to catch up, to no avail.  The back-log is too great.  I suppose that this should only encourage me to move forward with my plans for a high-speed cable modem, but the basement clean-out which must precede the rewiring of the basement is enough incentive to let it slide a little longer.

Meanwhile, I will get caught up, hopefully, just in time to fall behind again this weekend when I must be at a conference.

Tonight was knitting night.  No computing or sewing here. 

Meanwhile, while the phone was down I was busy;  I was not busy thinking about what I would do if I had phone service and a computer connection.  I actually thought about the computer very little.  I have long had a great capacity for ignoring things I don’t like or can’t change.

The Bernina and the Elna were fired up this week in practical activities rather than creative endeavors.  A front ripped through on Thursday on the same wind that frizzled my telephone line into non-functioning status.  I finally was motivated to switch the closet to fall mode.  The sewing room has been packed with clothes in need of mending or alteration and I have been busy: taking in, letting out, and mildly altering the shape of many things.  The results are gratifying but not photographically interesting. 

I also started to realize that some of the fabrics that were put aside as transitional sewing have now missed the starting bell and will not be used until next spring.  They are awaiting the opportunity to move into out-of-season storage.  Of course as soon as I get the fall clothes out, move the summer clothes to the darker reaches of the closet, and start to think of wools and fall fabrics, the temperatures shift again and we are back to having days in the mid to upper 80s.  I think Autumn is just a big tease.