Eleanor's Loom
	I have always been intrigued by weaving. Something about fibers and a wooden implement is meditative and pleasing. Despite my curosity with the craft, I never endeavored to become a weaver.

That all changed when a woman in my knitting group came in with a little card in-hand. She said,"there is this loom for sale and I think it is a great deal and fairly close by, I think you should buy it." Terrific. I had no desire to learn to weave, and less desire to buy and find a place for a loom. I told her this, but she insisted on giving me the card, anyway.

I glanced at the card and realized that not only was the loom fairly close by, it was next door to my sheep! The loom belonged to Eleanor Klare, a neighbor and someone both Walt and I had known nearly all of our lives. Eleanor had experienced a stroke and her son Matt was needing to sell the house and the contents.

There was no doubt, weaver or not, that I would own that loom. It was fate. I contacted Matt, bought the loom and with my Christmas bonus, took weaving lessons.

Guess what? I love weaving! I will never be the weaver that Eleanor was, with her fine details and beautiful ideas, but I will try. I am thankful that the loom became available and will always cherish it because it was so loved by our friend, Eleanor.