“I told you we were filling a need. There is hot coffee in those two carafes while I get this one going again.”

When arrivals trickled to a stop, MJ stood and clapped her hands. “Can I have your attention? Hello!” Someone else yelled, “Quiet!” and that worked. “Welcome, everyone, and I hope you will get to know some of the people around you. Obviously we had no idea we would have so many in attendance. We’ve outgrown our space before we’ve even begun.” Chuckles sprinkled the group. “So someone suggested we set up a daytime group too. Can I have a show of hands how many would prefer a daytime UFO meeting.” She counted and Roxie called out, “About half. That would be more manageable. Anyone have a suggestion as to where a daytime group could meet?”

“Would we have to come to one or the other or whichever works best for that time?”

MJ shrugged. “This is not a membership group, but a service really. We set the places to meet and you attend when you can.”

“How about attending both? I want to get these things done.”

“If that suits you. One thing I want to see happen is that we celebrate every project that is finished. We’ll take pictures and post them on that bulletin board.” She pointed to a three-by-four corkboard on the wall. “And while we are not signing a contract—”

“Good thing,” someone muttered, causing more laughter.

“Remember, the goal is finishing something, not starting something new.”

“Could starting new things be described as an addiction?”

“You mean like a fabri-holic or yarna-holic?”

“Something like that.”

MJ raised her voice again. “As soon as we have a daytime location finalized, we’ll let you all know. As for tonight, let’s go around the room and everyone say your name and what number one is for you. I’ll start. My name is MJ Bronson and I am working on a crewel embroidery picture.”

“When did you start it?” someone asked.

“I stand on the fifth amendment.” Then rethinking, she shook her head. “No, must be at least five years ago.” She motioned to the lady beside her.

The woman raised a large and beautiful crewel depiction of two big sailing ships being loaded at a wharf. “I started this when we lived in Baltimore near the naval shipyard. But then we moved here and I sort of just put it aside.”

Roxie cooed, “It’s going to be spectacular when it’s finished.”

Grinning, Jeff raised a half-finished boat oar high. “I’m getting excited about my little peapod again. I can add a keel and spritsail and sail it as well as row it.” He frowned. “Adding a keel isn’t considered a new project, is it?”

Roxie laughed. “Let your conscience be your guide.”

Fred was sanding the parts of a drawer for his chest. Roxie displayed the afghan she was working on. Even Maureen had a UFO, a lovely teal sweater she had started the year before.