Quotable Fisher
Or QF.
Maggie's Farm has its QQQ, perhaps the PITheads can have the QF (likely pronounced, 'quaff' which seems fitting).
From pages 245 and 246, where Fisher is contemplating living with Balluno:
'As he looked around the room Fisher saw the great problem they would encounter in sharing the place. The objects. So many objects. A pain for each one sizzled up in him. The pathos of clutter! Balluno really was terrible. Chairs, tables, sofas. Metal cabinet. Television. Not to mention possibly a thousand magazines and more possibly two to three thousand dried up pens. Already circumscribed! he moaned Death! Fisher began to wonder how he could slowly eliminate objects from the room in which he was doomed to sleep perhaps forever. Forever!'
This passage has a certain resonance in the SiS household as we continue to clean out my parents' home. What to do with all the stuff that doesn't make it to a sibling's home, quilting and knitting charities, the garage sale pile, the dump, the Salvation Army? Why, bring it home, of course, and do things with it! From found objects, five 24" wreaths have been made and a sixth, strictly with Christmas ephemera, is soon in the works. I have a new respect for hot glue, by the way. This first was made from my dad's work box that made it home from Boeing after 34 years.
Maggie's Farm has its QQQ, perhaps the PITheads can have the QF (likely pronounced, 'quaff' which seems fitting).
From pages 245 and 246, where Fisher is contemplating living with Balluno:
'As he looked around the room Fisher saw the great problem they would encounter in sharing the place. The objects. So many objects. A pain for each one sizzled up in him. The pathos of clutter! Balluno really was terrible. Chairs, tables, sofas. Metal cabinet. Television. Not to mention possibly a thousand magazines and more possibly two to three thousand dried up pens. Already circumscribed! he moaned Death! Fisher began to wonder how he could slowly eliminate objects from the room in which he was doomed to sleep perhaps forever. Forever!'
This passage has a certain resonance in the SiS household as we continue to clean out my parents' home. What to do with all the stuff that doesn't make it to a sibling's home, quilting and knitting charities, the garage sale pile, the dump, the Salvation Army? Why, bring it home, of course, and do things with it! From found objects, five 24" wreaths have been made and a sixth, strictly with Christmas ephemera, is soon in the works. I have a new respect for hot glue, by the way. This first was made from my dad's work box that made it home from Boeing after 34 years.
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