That's what I'm striving for. Hemming this large piece of new linen because I don't have enough pins. 1/4 inch all the way around in color then, fold that over another 1/4 and finish with a white hem stitch. No plans for it yet, but it's prone to unraveling.
I also have a flight line of UFOs that need backs or sleeves. To-dos. Like vacuuming. While we wait.
There was a 4.something earthquake last Friday evening while I was at Jake's place. None of us felt it, but the cats were berserk when I got home Saturday afternoon.
The local wildlife was also unsettled.
This monster climbed onto the lower deck and fell into the pool sometime in the night. I would say a foot across, a foot and a half long. Colin said "twenty pounds". He got in and lifted it out onto the boards. It did NOT go quietly.
Rather than risk his hands again, he used a snow shovel to carry it back down into the woods towards the creek. In all the years we've had the pool, there have never been turtles, least of all monster snappers.
Thunderstorms persisted all weekend, and the cat posse was highly incensed.
Monday just around sunset, the clouds parted and Camilla dipped out for a little adventure. She hasn't been home as of this writing. She did this last October. We spent a solid week of frantic searching overlain with heartache. Of the three, she is the sweetheart, the most vulnerable.
She's also young, strong, well-padded, and a veteran of the walkabout. Moment to moment, I remind myself of these things.
Poor Colin had just taken on the fierce challenge of quitting smoking. That will be on hold until she comes home. Camilla is his baby.
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Another Absolutely Gorgeous Photo- well, 2 of them.... his portrait and this one.
I'm hoping that Camilla will very soon return. I know that agony of suspense. And also what it's like to quit smoking. All the best to Colin when he's ready.
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