Quilting In The Wee Hours
These are the first beets I've gotten from my garden in six years! And not for want of trying either. There's something about this area that has worked magic for me. All the things I had trouble growing in Santa Rosa are exuberant here: sunflowers (I know, don't they grow EVERYWHERE?!), Cosmos (ditto!), beets, and blueberries (they take a lot of nurturing to prosper in Sonoma). Those are my first zucchinis too.
Would you look at that? Oh lordy lou, were they delicious too! Although the six bushes I planted last year didn't flower this year (these berries came from the five new ones I planted) they are growing new branches and filling out. So next year perhaps I'll get a lot more fruit.Writing instructions for sewing patterns is not as easy as you'd think. I've been using them since I was a kid but when I need to describe something on paper I can't seem to conjure up a way of describing the actions so that the reader can form an accurate mental picture. So I tried photographing the steps and now I see how come the instructions usually use illustrations. Although, I suppose I could get better pictures if I wasn't taking them myself. This is all exponentially more difficult when you're doing it all in triple digit heat. I think I drank ten pints of water yesterday.
At around ten pm I finally sat down to relax and watch some episodes of Little House On The Prairie. It was still insufferable hot and sticky inside the house so I had every door and window open to let in the somewhat pleasant breeze going on outside. My back door doesn't have a screen so lots of flies get in, which is annoying. But when it's that hot- who cares?
I went to get my bag of quilting supplies to finally start hand stitching my first full size quilt (which I haven't got all planned out, by the way. No, please don't have a heart attack Aunt Lin! I have no idea what I'm doing with it. Just stitching rectangles together...) and I noticed a whole lot of movement on my ugly-ass dining room light. That's not something you want to see. There were probably a hundred hopping bugs all clinging to the light and occasionally dropping to the floor. You know those bugs that live in lawns? The ones that hop like they have springs for feet? That's what they were.
Gross.
So I turned out the light and shut the door and figured I'd deal with it in the morning. A few minutes later I went to the kitchen to get another beer and stepped on a thousand hopping bugs which were lounging around all over my kitchen floor. So I started sweeping them up, but you know what? These buggers hop, so keeping them on a dustpan is a nightmare. This is all at one in the morning not too long after Chick threw up on the bed, by the way. These guys have never invaded my house before, what the hell happened? Why were they swarming my house like locusts on a field of corn?
Ah, good times, eh?
Oh yeah, did I mention the heat rash on my neck? No? That's because I'm stoic and strong and I don't care if my entire body is covered in stinging rashes, I still won't complain. You won't find me whining on and on about how uncomfortable it is to sweat in skin creases I didn't know I had or to look like a leper. That's because I'm a positive person who makes the best of everything. I'm just not into complaining about how I can get burnt with just two minutes of exposure to the sun while wearing sunscreen. That's not my way. Instead I'll just smile and not tell you that I'm sweating like a pig* and it isn't even twelve yet. Cause I'm just good that way.
*For you smart asses out there, I happen to be aware that pigs don't sweat.
At around ten pm I finally sat down to relax and watch some episodes of Little House On The Prairie. It was still insufferable hot and sticky inside the house so I had every door and window open to let in the somewhat pleasant breeze going on outside. My back door doesn't have a screen so lots of flies get in, which is annoying. But when it's that hot- who cares?
I went to get my bag of quilting supplies to finally start hand stitching my first full size quilt (which I haven't got all planned out, by the way. No, please don't have a heart attack Aunt Lin! I have no idea what I'm doing with it. Just stitching rectangles together...) and I noticed a whole lot of movement on my ugly-ass dining room light. That's not something you want to see. There were probably a hundred hopping bugs all clinging to the light and occasionally dropping to the floor. You know those bugs that live in lawns? The ones that hop like they have springs for feet? That's what they were.
Gross.
So I turned out the light and shut the door and figured I'd deal with it in the morning. A few minutes later I went to the kitchen to get another beer and stepped on a thousand hopping bugs which were lounging around all over my kitchen floor. So I started sweeping them up, but you know what? These buggers hop, so keeping them on a dustpan is a nightmare. This is all at one in the morning not too long after Chick threw up on the bed, by the way. These guys have never invaded my house before, what the hell happened? Why were they swarming my house like locusts on a field of corn?
Ah, good times, eh?
Oh yeah, did I mention the heat rash on my neck? No? That's because I'm stoic and strong and I don't care if my entire body is covered in stinging rashes, I still won't complain. You won't find me whining on and on about how uncomfortable it is to sweat in skin creases I didn't know I had or to look like a leper. That's because I'm a positive person who makes the best of everything. I'm just not into complaining about how I can get burnt with just two minutes of exposure to the sun while wearing sunscreen. That's not my way. Instead I'll just smile and not tell you that I'm sweating like a pig* and it isn't even twelve yet. Cause I'm just good that way.
*For you smart asses out there, I happen to be aware that pigs don't sweat.