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THE JOB REPORT

Sweetie has one! As Master Mechanic. Today, the new owner takes possession. The new name is Krunchers!, a subsidiary of Snyder's of Hanover Pretzels out of Pennsylvania. Last Monday, everyone had to reapply for their job, and he was rehired. Good news is that his seniority stands (ten years plus! woo-hoo!) and better news is that he got a pay increase and better insurance! (Happy Dance!) Yes, he is lucky. About half of the employees were not rehired, and that's a fine thank you for, in some cases, over twenty years of service. And just before Christmas, too.

We've put off doing a number of things for a couple of months, not knowing if we'd be flat broke or whut. Now, the stress of not knowing is behind us and life, after our own sorry fashion, can go on. We can order some books. I can pay off my medical bills. I can get him some of those Land's End wool socks. Aren't we the extravagant ones?

THE WEEKEND REPORT

The Shakertown retreat was wonderful. As usual. Saw friends, ate much, spun a little. The re-lined jacket was muchly appreciated by NNS.

Here are a couple of photos.

Someone's fox & coon skin hat is being coveted. I liked it, too.



The new Crone. She is our usual hammer dulcimer player. We kazooed Pomp & Circumstance for her. Dreadfully.




Three of the Crones on Parade. There are now eight Crones. One neglected to bring her costume(!) and so is only partially in regalia. (I am sure it is some passive-aggressive act. Norma Jean.)



All crones received new staffs this year, to stand in lieu of the dorky-ass scepters of years past. Much nicer, everyone agreed!

I got over-stimulated and by Saturday afternoon, I was toast. Couldn't make the dinner at the Beaumont Inn in Harrodsburg, KY. Couldn't stay awake for the late night spinning. Ran home as soon as I could on Sunday morning to see Sweetie for a bit before he was off the the potato chips mines. I'm almost recovered.