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a quirky month

Welcome to September!

Remember that cool shop called Honeybeez & Co that was selling Sara & Sherri's work?  They've closed. Yesterday was their last day, and I never made it back by there after I found out the news. :(
Then today I get an e-mail saying that the first real bona-fide quilt shop I've ever visited is going out of business, and their sale starts this coming Tuesday. Excited about the sale, but sad to see the little place close.  I had taken two classes there earlier this year and really enjoyed them.  One is closing due to the economy and poor sales; the other because the owner is retiring. But I heard rumblings at other shops I visited this year that Etc Crafts might not last much longer, which makes me wonder if the retirement is also tied into the poor economy. And it also makes me wonder what it would take, both energy, business-plan, and resource wise for an artsy-crafty type store to make it in this area.

Another bizarre thing is the number of surgeries happening this month.  Our pastor is having surgery on his vocal chords this morning (as I'm typing, actually).  A friend is having surgery next Wednesday, and then my Mom will be having minor surgery the following Wednesday.

Meanwhile, I'm mowing down part of my garden this week, I've finished putting up the pears and only have grapes and apples left.  Those things let me know (as if the later rising and earlier setting sun hadn't already told me) winter is slowly heading our way.

Maybe this will be the month I actually finish a project.  Maybe.

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