I attend an exercise class three mornings a week with other people who are roughly my age. Well…..I TRY to attend three days a week.
We have a woman in class who has the most wickedly funny sense of humor. She’s a leprechaun with a twinkle in her eye, always looking for a way to spice up the class.
Today, she had a roll of masking tape in her hand when class started. I should have been worried. VERY worried. But you know, those of us who are naturally innocent never see what’s coming.
Sunday of the Green Thumb
I am SO proud of myself. Each year I buy plants, and I loose some of them because I don’t get them planted within a reasonable period. This year, as in past years, I fell prey to that “I HAVE to have one (or three) of those” compulsion, and I filled up what passes for a trunk in our SUV.
I unloaded the plants, and some of them went directly into containers for my mother, and others were left in the garage, temporarily, or so I thought. They were there at least a week before I moved them outside so they wouldn’t die of lack of sunshine.
A Meadow
As the ladies of my quilting bee left on Friday night, I heard one of them say that it was like walking through a meadow. A friend took this picture of the flowers at the sidewalk a week ago. The ox-eye daisies are all volunteers. I grew them in the center box of the herb garden on the north side of the house, and the chipmunks felt they
Unbelievable!
I know that summer doesn
Strange Weekend
Most people, when summer arrives, spend their weekends out of doors. I
Boat Widow 2005
Yup, it’s that season again.
Two weeks ago, while Elegant Mother and I were in Iowa, Dear Husband took the boat to the boatyard and they craned it into Lake Michigan. He’s spent the last two weekends getting the boat squared away.
The Saga of the South Seas
About five years ago, I attended the Strictly Sail convention on Navy Pier in Chicago. It’s a wonderful activity for sailors held at the end of January or the start of February when one can’t sail in our climate. Sailors gather to see the newest boats, tools, clothing, equipments, sails…..anything you might need to sail a boat.
Along with the exhibition floor, they offer dozens of one hour seminars on all sorts of subjects. Occasionally we would attend different classes, but frequently we sat through seminars together. One that I attended that year was about sailing in the Pacific. It seems that atolls are ringed with coral reefs, and there is usually only one area where you can cross through the reef to moor.
Furry “Friends”
Meet Ninotchka.
She’s the middle in age of three raccoon mommies who are living in our attic. One of these clever ladies ate her way through the roof, and the others, being no slouches, followed.
We were just about to evict them, when they gave birth. We are waiting for the day when we see tiny furry bodies milling around under the bird feeder.
Dear Husband has created a raccoon door, to allow the mommies access to their babies, while keeping the rain out. He’s also slipped lightweight metal under the bottom row of shingles to prevent other holes. Once the babies are outside, we will repair the hole and have the entire roof re-shingled.
Enjoy it while you can, Notch. It’s time for you to face the wilds of suburbia again!
Friends
I’m recuperating from three weeks of Spring cleaning and heavy housework. I volunteered to host two pot luck brunches in my home. You know that I had pages of “To Do” items. I diligently worked my way through them, and the Red Hatters came to us a week ago. It was a wonderful party. They filled the house with their laughter and conversation, and we had a great time, but it didn’t prepare me for Friday’s visit with the exerecise group.
Elegant Mother and I have been attending an exercise class together. I enrolled her in it five or six years ago, to get her ready for a trip to the Chelsea Flower Show in England, and we have stayed on, and on, and on.
That’s What Friends Are For
If you’ve read my blog in the past, you might have seen comments from Cop Car, complaining that I have created a MONSTER!!!
It’s a quilter’s joy to addict someone to quilting. Can you envision us rubbing our hands in glee, plotting each step to drag you to the DARK SIDE??? Well, she’s well and truly addicted, and I’m proud to say that I had a hand in it.
Unfortunately, you have to be careful, or your student might turn on you. Cop Car found a quilt store just a mile from her home, and she discovered a quilting software program called “Electric Quilt 5.” She’s shared with me the ease of designing a quilt, and even importing pictures of the actual fabric you wish to use in your quilt. I stood in awe of her progress, but resisted getting the software, thinking I simply didn’t have the time to learn a new program.