Five Questions Friday: Late Again

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Q: Well the first question isn’t really a question but rather a thank you, for helping me get our Christmas cards out today. AND, taking the photo as well for today’s post!
Eric: Well, I would help you do anything. No thanks needed but I’m sure glad they are finally out.

Q: Last year we both said we would get our cards printed the first day of December in 2014. What happened?
Eric: Ahh, we got way way way behind.

Q: With what? I didn’t think we had that many projects going on.
Eric: I don’t think it’s necessarily the time constraints but rather beating last year’s “Betty Sue the Cow” card. We both kinda knew we most likely were not going to top it but we kept trying. I’d say after all the reworking you did to use the photo we decided on got real close, but I regretfully have to repeat… nothing beats our last year’s cow card.

Q: Do you think anybody noticed that I haven’t asked you five questions for two weeks?
Eric: Yes. Yes I do.

QWhat aggravated you this week?
Eric: Painting aggravated me this week. It’s fun for awhile but after a few days, it gets annoying. Now I see why we put off painting this one large wall of ours. Next year we can do the other side.

Imperative and Important Project Being Worked on Today

I’m elated to be sharing this very important project Mr. Basketmaker busied himself with today in the basketry workshop.

Why am I all giddy about this special task? Because I’m so close to owning it for the next year I can taste it.

What is it? Well, the Brady Gaga Fantasy Football trophy!

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This evening, when I walked into the workshop, Eric was renovating the existing trophy by adding a larger base which will have new shiny brass plates with the names of all our past winners.

The pic still shows work in progess but I couldn’t wait to brag about my hard-working team, the “Cookie Crumblers” who finally made it to the prestigious Gaga Bowl! And I am the only girl in the league, I might add, that Mr. Basketmaker is the commissioner of. And I’m pumped!

Hopefully, and with a ton of luck, I will post a picture of me with this coveted trophy in my hands (and Mr. Basketmaker, sulking in the background because HE has never made it to the Gaga Bowl before…. tee hee).

The Profiling of Long-haired Basketmakers Needs to Stop!

First, I need to apologize to all my loyal fans (or rather my brother Tripp) who wrote me that they were upset I have not posted in awhile. So, I am truly sorry.

However, we were gone for over two weeks visiting family (which included my brother Tripp) up in New Hampshire and then Mr. Basketmaker had a workshop in Connecticut. And I tend to not write on the blog so much (or even at all) when we are out of town. And I didn’t want to announce “Hey, I won’t be posting for a couple weeks because we are leaving our home and will be out of town!” Sounds like an invitation to some morally-defunct persons who may be nearby. But then again, what am I worried about — only the best people around read my blog!

Speaking of the morally-defunct, Mr. Basketmaker (okay, just joking… he was brought up right, with excellent morals…) had a little encounter while driving to Connecticut. He was profiled by the police… again! And we are sick and tired of it. I want to start a protest! (everyone else does… so why can’t the long-haired basketmakers in this country stand for a cause?)

So he’s on 93 South in Massachusetts, alone, and sees flashing blue lights behind him. He puts his attitude with all the traffic he’s been putting up with in check and quickly pulls over. The officer walks up to him as he rolls down the window and says “What seems to be the problem officer?”

The cop replies, “You passed on the right.”

What??? We drive thousands of miles every year. And I can honestly say that I’ve seen hundreds upon hundreds of vehicles traveling our highways passing on the right! So it’s apparent this cop has profiled my poor long-haired Mr. Basketmaker and is fishing….

The officer continues “I see you have Tennessee plates. What are you doing up here?”

Eric responds, “I was visiting my parents up in New Hampshire for Thanksgiving.” He was going to keep all his answers extremely simple and short.

Officer: “What town?”

Eric: “Meredith.”

Officer: “Then why are you in this state (Massachusetts)?”

Eric: “I am teaching at a workshop in Connecticut.”

Officer: “Where in Connecticut?”

Eric: “Suffield, Connecticut.”

Officer: “Show me your license and registration.”

Eric opens up the glove compartment which I have packed full with napkins, straws, antibacterial gel, pens, paper and also a bag of dog bones right up front that fell out when Eric was looking for the registration.

Officer: “You have a dog with you?” (as he shines his flashlight throughout the van.)

Eric: “Not with me.”

Officer: “Where is he.”

Eric: “Staying at my parents house.”

Officer: “Where’s that?”

Eric: “New Hampshire.”

Officer: “What town?”

Eric: “Meredith.”

Officer: “What kind of dog is he?”

Now since Eric is keeping his answers short and sweet with as little info as possible, he doesn’t say we have two dogs, he just goes with the one… “A Golden doodle” he replies back.

Officer: “What are you doing up here in the North again?”

Eric: “I was visiting my parents up in New Hampshire for Thanksgiving.”

Officer: “What town?”

Eric: “Meredith.”

Officer: “Why are you in this state?”

Eric: “I am teaching at a workshop in Connecticut.”

Officer: “Where in Connecticut?”

Eric: “Suffield, Connecticut.”

Officer: “Where’s your dog again?”

Eric: “At my parents home.”

Officer: “Where’s that?”

Eric: “New Hampshire.”

Officer: “What town?”

Eric: “Meredith.”

Officer: “Why are you in this state?”

Eric: “I am teaching at a workshop in Connecticut.”

Officer: “Where in Connecticut?”

Eric: “Suffield, Connecticut.”

After asking the same things over and over, the cop gives him back his license and registration and sends him off his way with no warning, nothing.

So clearly he was being profiled! A basketmaker, with long hair, driving a minivan, alone, with Tennessee plates, up in the state of Massachusetts must be up to no good!

When will law enforcement stop profiling and picking on long-haired basketmakers driving minivans?

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