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I was awakened early yesterday by a call from UNA saying classes were cancelled.  That hasn't happened in a while.  Then, the police asked that everyone stay off the road, and they didn't have to tell me twice.  What could I possibly do?

I am determined that hand-quilting will not die as long as I'm breathing, so I hand quilt at least one a year (in addition to the ones I help with in quilting class).  This top was finished on the last day of 2013.  It has been so long that I can't remember exactly when it was started, and I promised myself and others that I would get it finished before the end of the year.

In early January, I pinned the top, batting, and backing together, and put it on the back of the couch.  Some nights, especially if I'm tired, are spent watching television and quilting on this quilt.  Yesterday, I spent most of the day quilting in my jammies in front of the fireplace.  I spread most of the quilt over me, so it is already helping keep me warm, even before it is finished.

There are 36 blocks in the quilt, and my goal was to get it quilted before daylight savings time starts.  With the extra time spent yesterday, I have completed 32 blocks.  With another storm and snow day today, I'm thinking it will be done before then.

With maturity comes the knowledge that we won't be here forever.  I get a strange satisfaction from knowing I'm making tangible things that will be here after I am gone.  We have no time to waste, even if the weather is frightful.

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