Dusty inspects Yasuragi's quilt
I need some help completing the subscription to ruleoflaw's quilt. I need to write out all the messages by end of day Wednesday because Thursday, I am having a surgery on my right hand. I'll be in a big, fat bandage for a couple weeks at least, unable to transcribe messages -- and ruleoflaw really needs his quilt. He is undergoing a very harsh and risky therapy and we really want to get this quilt out to him, pronto.
Hooray! We now have the minimum number of messages for the pattern. But there is always room for more if you would like to have a message on this quilt!
Ruleoflaw's quilt diary is here. You can leave messages there or in a comment to this diary. I will keep the totals above updated.
Here is a PayPal link for ruleoflaw's quilt.
Thank you very much for helping with this!
After the first quilt diary, ruleoflaw wrote me this message which I am taking the liberty of sharing so that you who are leaving messages know what this quilt means to him. Your words are so important and will support him immensely.
I deeply appreciate your doing this. It moves my wife and I to tears.
I am lurking and reccing in the diary. This quilt makes me feel stronger.
I tore myself away from it to write something that started bubbling in my ears.
I go in for my Cyclophosphamine infusion on Tuesday. It will be a long day and I don't know if the medicine will make me nauseous. I will dig in to the comments in the diary like toes and fingers in wet clay. My roots will stay strong and I have you to thank.
It may seem off-topic, but I must tell you this. Here in Wisconsin, in the Penokee Hills, the deer have been seen browsing on the tips of maple twigs. The sap is rising and the soft twigs are sweet. My friends are readying their taps and pails, gathering firewood, scouring the pans. They have prayed and offered kinnickinnic (tobacco and osier bark) to Gitchi Manitou. They have broken snowshoe trails in the maple groves. In spring, there will be syrup and sweet crystal slush to sop up with fry bread and wheatcakes. The planet will care for us if we respect and care for her. Among these friends of mine are white folks and Ojibwas. They live in the forest and on the water and work together to gather wild rice, fish, game, herbs, mushrooms, and sugar. People can respect and care for each other. It happens and I am glad that it is so.
Your quilts are maple sugar and fry bread and kinnickinnic smoke. Thank you.