D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

    So, among the things that my parents moved out here, were two special items. One of them I saw on the last visit I ever made to my Aunt Bertie's house back east. In the entryway of her house, stood a table that I dearly loved. The minute I clapped eyes on it, I just thought it was perfect in every way. It spoke to me. But dudes. It belonged to my aunt Bertie. Coveting is a sin. I subdued my desire for it and moved along. Then my Aunt Bertie, God rest her soul, passed away. And her daughter gave the coveted table to my mother. I got to visit it at my mother's house. I still thought it was perfect in every way. But it now belonged to my mother. Coveting is a sin. I subdued my desire for it and moved along. Well, thank God, my mother is still living. But she has now passed the table along to me. For which I am truly thankful. Along with it came a little featherweight Singer that belonged to my Granny. I learned to sew on this kind of machine. And at last, I am no longer in danger of the sin of covetousness. Thank you Aunt Bertie, Cousin S., and Mom. I'll try to take good care of these pieces of family history.     It seems an appropriate table to live in Heartwood Cottage eh?   Well, at last you will have the proper tools to sew up those two dresses you have cut out laying about gathering dust in the back room. It's disgraceful how you neglect things like that for so long. Get to work! I was hoping to savor the moment a bit longer there Red.  Back off. (That's telling her…. but you better get started. You KNOW how she can be when you ignore her.) Yeah. Only thing is I have two full weeks of other obligations before I will be able to sew a stitch. Take a number.  :-)