Moving to Freedom, .Org(on)

40-year-old Choppers

Grandpa Louie's Glove

We had a well-behaved snow storm here last weekend. It arrived on Saturday and left a foot of snow on the ground by Sunday morning, allowing time to dig out and for the snowplows to do their thing.

While I was out shoveling and snowblowing, I noticed some holes and unraveling seams in my old gloves. These were my Grandpa Louie’s Choppers. He died about 30 years ago, and I imagine they were at least 10 years old at that time, so these are some family relics.

I bought new liners once, and over the years I’ve stitched seams back together several times. With another storm on the way and a snow-tubing trip in the works, it seemed like a good time to sit down with needle and thread and get to work.

Snowdrift

It’s satisfying to work with my hands, and it feels good to repair these old mittens and keep them in service. They’re very warm with the outer leather layer and separate inner layer.

They’re also tough. Our Boxer dog, Morgan, loved it when I put these things on because then we could do some serious ‘rassling. (Although I could still feel those teeth. Maybe that’s why the hole in the thumb now…)

As much as I like the digital world, there’s something very compelling about the real one. That big room with the blue ceiling. I think that’s why I don’t really play video games anymore, or get into things like Second Life. Nothing against them; they can be a lot of fun. But they’re still such pale imitations.