Four Hungry Babies

I am attempting to establish some kind of routine for the summer. Yesterday morning, I cut the grass in the garden—at 6:30 am, while it was still cool out there—then did a podcast interview. That took a couple of hours to record and edit, and then I made a bunch of phone calls, including one to the person who ghosted us on Friday afternoon. She had left the office early without checking her calendar. After apologizing profusely, she helped me take care of what needed to be done.

And then, after lunch, I sewed! (Cue angels singing.) I finished putting together the second front of the jacket, then moved on to the sleeves. These are two-part sleeves. I assembled the front part of both sleeves and made the last Sawtooth Star for the back portion of one of them. Putting together the back sleeves is on the schedule for this afternoon. They have an elbow dart, so the piecing is going to be a bit trickier because I don’t want to be making a dart in a spot that has a star in it. I also dug into the stash and found the silk batting, so once all of these sections are assembled, I can make quilt sandwiches out of them and quilt them.

I can see the finish line. Yay. After the jacket is done, I’ll get back to working on the Place for Everything Tote.

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I am working on adjusting my trip to Bernina University. My friends, Robert and Deana, are coming out here in July to spend a couple of weeks. They were here last September and liked it so much they decided to escape the July heat of Tennessee and come back. Robert is a very accomplished musician. He and I have been friends since I was 14 and he was 16—that’s 45 years if anyone is counting—because we sat next to each other in the trombone section of our high school band. He is doing some consulting this summer with the San Francisco Mandarins drum corps. The drum corps is touring, and one of their stops is just north of Seattle. That date happens to coincide nicely with their arrival out here. They are flying into Spokane and will drive to Seattle on the same day that I am supposed to fly back from Salt Lake City, so I am going to try to change my flight to go to Seattle, instead. I’ll meet them there, Deana and I will do some fabric shopping (she sews), and we’ll attend the drum corps performance before driving back here.

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The poor husband is pouring a slab at 6 am today and the jobsite is an hour away. He left at 3:45 am. Early morning is not his best time of day. I, on the other hand, do my best work between 4 and 6 am.

The baby robins spend most of their time like this:

I feel for the mama robin. She is constantly flying back and forth with food for them.