Down for the Weekend

I ended up with more days of respite than I intended because I was felled by a virus Thursday evening. I woke up Friday feeling pretty punky and had to skip helping out at the craft co-op sale. I spent most of Saturday lying around doing nothing. If you know me at all, you know that “doing nothing” is almost the worst kind of torture imaginable.

And now the husband has it. He will power through because he has a big concrete pour scheduled for today. I will make sure to have a pot of soup waiting for him when he gets home.

I managed to finish my Kaffe quilt top before I started feeling really awful. I am so happy with it.

The next time I am at the store, I will get a backing for it so I can baste and quilt it.

Yesterday afternoon, while watching the coverage of the awful event at the LDS church in Michigan, I started putting together another scrap quilt. My bag of white, beige, and gray scraps is overflowing, so I decided to make a Sunday Morning quilt from the book Sunday Morning Quilts by Amanda Jean Nyberg and Cheryl Arkinson:

I have lost count of the number of scrap quilts I’ve made from this book. The total has to be well over a dozen. Sunday Morning, Candy Coated, and Scrapper’s Delight are my three favorite designs and the ones I make most often.

It did not escape me that I went from retina-burning yellows to calm neutrals. That may have been my subconscious looking for a safe harbor. I’ll probably set these aside until the next time I need some mindless sewing.

This week is going to be devoted to tomatoes. I have to get them out of the freezer before the pork shows up. I also need to get the snow tires put on the Jeep. As predicted, the weather pattern is changing and it looks like we will finally have a frost. I’m going to be traveling over mountain passes in October and I don’t want to wait for the rush to get the tires changed.

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The spider that has been living above the cabinet in the kitchen moved to a spot over the sink. I am not opposed to it being there—our ceilings are 8' high, so neither of us is likely to walk into the web—but it anchored its web on the towel bar so I’ve had to put a towel in a different spot. Sarah, I tried to get a photo of it but I can’t get one that is in focus. I did determine that it is a barn spider.

The husband laughs because I talk to it while I am cooking. I also expressed concern that it wasn’t getting enough to eat and suggested that we leave the door open so bugs could fly in. We’ll see how long it stays in its present location.