hudson, ohio

ok, so the article in this week's new yorker magazine has nothing to do with me........hudson is nowhere near my home town of mt gilead.......but it is down the road from my aunt and uncle...they of 'million dollar houses' notoriety.....and hudson boasts the mother ship of fabric warehouses.......a near-football field size outlet with the remains of every fabric bolt in the country, it would seem..........we went there years ago, the day after we had tickets to the faberge exhibit at case western.....the same trip when we saw the rock and roll hall of fame.....the trip when my cousin was too busy to see us......she who i believe has it in her mind that i am angry that our grandfather left her his house despite the fact that i am the eldest grandchild (of 3....myself, my cousin, and my brother).........and that is a shame, because i would have no use for a house in cleveland...and though i am saddened that it no longer resembles an 1850's underground railroad house......well....she took care of my grandparents when i was in college and grad school and she deserves what she inherited.......and so when i think of hudson, i think of fabric.......i can still locate fabric from that shopping spree that i have never gotten around to using......most notably some ecru linen with tone-on-tone embroidery....eventually it will make a lovely dress/jacket combination......the only reason i have hesitated thus far is that it wrinkles so in the storage box....not a good sign for real-world use.....unless i vow to stand during a child's wedding..........and change before i need to sit down........ironic, that i can remember where i bought just about every bit of fabric that covers chairs, sofas, pillows, windows in this home, but cannot remember to break down boxes for recycling, or to squeeze down the toothpaste on a reliable basis.........for the record, i also remember the shoes i wore during all major life events.......even shoes i no longer own.......ah, well.....i enjoyed reading ian frazier's piece..........