The Data


3/26/2020 27-Mar 28-Mar
Did you stay home today? Almost – went for milk Yes, walked on my road for exercise No, went for goat supplies
What was for dinner? Black bean soup Risotto Bobcat Café
What business or charity did you support? Phoenix Books GiveTogetherNow Bobcat Café

And another spreadsheet I started a few days ago.

24-Mar-20 25-Mar 26-Mar 27-Mar 28-Mar
Chittenden Positive test results 40 55 75 90 105
Vermont Positive test results* 95 123 158 184 211
Total tests conducted 1,535 1,712 2,008 2,261 2,374
Deaths+ 7 8 9 10 12
People being monitored 339 342 325 331 304
People who have completed monitoring 316 317 371 376 425

Scroll right for the full picture of both.

I Think in Spreadsheets

3/26/2020 27-Mar
Did you stay home today? Almost – went for milk Yes, walked on my road for exercise
What was for dinner? Black bean soup Risotto
What business or charity did you support? Phoenix Books GiveTogetherNow

I started the above spreadsheet last night.

I do lists and spreadsheets a lot.

I think the above will inspire and comfort me.

Book Corner 2020.14


Vanishing Fleece by Clara Parkes

Clara Parkes buys a 676-pound bale of raw wool and sees it through to the finished yarn stage, by means of several differing mills and dye shops. Kind of the Michael Pollan of yarn. Basically, this book should have been titled, “Hey, Chris, Over Here”.

Clara buys her wool on shearing day from a farm in New York state. She sends some of it to Bartlett Yarn in Maine, some to Blackberry Ridge in Wisconsin, some to a big mill called S&D, some to a precious-sounding two-person natural dye studio in California, some to a big chemical dye company in Biddeford, Maine. It’s FUN!

The mills and shops are all wildly different, and give her wildly different results, almost all of them wonderful. Bartlett gives her a pleasing yarn she describes as being like “oatmeal,” in contrast to the lovely yarn Blackberry gives her, which she compares to “jasmine rice.” I thought those were knockout descriptions.

Clara’s excitement is palpable. On the floor of one vast spinning mill, she says she feels like she’s been shrunk to miniature size and let loose inside her Mom’s Singer sewing machine. Another great description!

I liked that Clara is based in Maine and visits places I’m familiar with, like the dyeing company in Biddeford – haven’t visited them per se, but I do think I was in a brewery next door last summer.

I may try more of her books – she seems like a super-fun fellow-wool-traveler! ( )

Feelings Are No Guide

When my father was dying and I had a serious anxiety breakdown, it felt like my world was crashing down.  I could see rationally that it was not.  But I could not stop feeling like it was.

Now I can rationally see that my world is beginning to come crashing down.  But it has not yet hit my feelings.


My Sunny Spot


Blogosphere, you are now caught up on vacations, books, and yarns.  It’s back to boring life just in time for life to get REALLY boring.  May boring be as bad as it gets.

Above is my wintertime sunny spot, the south-facing sliding door of my boudoir.  The green comforter is just thrown there by chance; the spot is waaaaay too warm for a comforter to be called for.

Book Corner 2020.13


Barracoon by Zora Neale Hurston

In 1927, an 86-year-old ex-slave living near Mobile AL tells his life story to interviewer Zora Neale Hurston. His words are recorded as heard, in local southern dialect. Cudjo Lewis was born Kossula in West Africa; captured and sold into slavery, and transported across the ocean in the famous ship Clotilde. Yes, America had abolished the slave trade decades before; this was all done hush-hush. Kossula lived over 5 years as a slave; then freed by the Civil War he built a house, and lived with a beloved wife and six children – all of whom predeceased him, each parting more tragic than the last. While this is undeniably a painful tale to read, the fascination of hearing first-hand the experiences of a black American of that time period who was African-born and can remember and relate his childhood experiences, his capture, his transport, his time enslaved, and his experiences since, makes the read a powerful and moving experience and more than just a sad slog. ( )