and so it went …

July 1-3, 2021

Time flies when you’re having fun and this week was no exception. The kids had a blast together and the magnetic tiles came out more than once. Since Ellis is still in deconstruct as often as building mode, G reconstructed his tower several times over …

Friday was saddle-up-to-leave day, but we made one last stop at Allen’s Boots before heading to the airport

And then, in the blink of an eye, they were gone …

Except not … because it wasn’t enough for Southwest to mess up Heather and Logan’s arrival … they messed up their departure, too! So while Don drove back to the airport to pick them up, I broke down the Cowboy Camp and set the stage for some impromptu overnight glamping.

No pictures (yet), but we did do a little shopping in downtown Buda where Lo found some awesome jeans at a little boutique …

Process notes: I’m not sure if the July 1 patch well remain as is … the cloth is from a super sheer cotton skirt that I pleated and patched into tiny squares …

But after seeing Jude’s post, I’m thinking I might try something different.

That sweet pink cloth was a gift from Tina … who coincidentally sent a comment yesterday just as I was stitching the red boot appliqué. And as I looked up Tina’s Instagram URL, I had to laugh when I saw her most recent post …

Three more

July 23-25, 2021 – Leaving Folly

We don’t usually eat out when we go to the beach, but I’m glad Meg and Paul decided we should take the whole family out for our last night on Folly Island.

With fingers crossed we decided to try LOLO (Locklear’s Lowcountry Grill), as much for the name (our granddaughter Logan’s nickname is Lolo) as for the seemingly good reviews … followed by a last walk to Bert’s for ice cream cones …

Suffice it to say that our menu choices earned enthusiastic thumbs up: hushpuppies, she crab soup, fried mud bugs (aka crawfish), shrimp (three ways), flounder, grits, fries and slaw … all happily eaten on the outdoor deck overlooking the water.

The only down side was no “merch” as we were very much hoping to bring home a t-shirt or two. Ah well, at least we have lots of good memories to look back on …

Our last day on the island was spent packing up to leave by 11:00 and then finding ways to spend our time until a 6:30 pm flight out. So we went to Charleston, where we had Texas-style BBQ for lunch and the kids explored the Children’s Museum …

We made one last stop on the way to the airport: a drive-by pilgrimage to Mother Emanuel AME Church …

scene of a tragic shooting in 2015 that brought many of us together when Dee Mallon suggested the creation of a Hearts for Charleston quilt. I’ll be forever grateful for that experience.

Unfortunately, the flight home was more daunting than usual. Sadly, I now know when a plane is overfilled with fuel, you get to exit the plane while they empty the fuel tanks and try to get it right the second time. N.B. Don’t throw out your boarding pass until you arrive at your final destination … you might need it 😉

The good news is, the Olympics were on when we woke up Sunday morning. So we had something to occupy our time in between laundry and cat naps …

July 25, 2021 – Ring dance

which kinda explains the less-than-complete logo … ha!

Troika

July 20-22, 2021 – Folly Beach continued

Tuesday I did not go to the beach … too many stairs in the rental house had my sciatic nerve sending clear signals to STOP.

But I did make a tide chart with G, so he would know whether the tide was rising or falling at the beach …

Turns out there was a sand dollar waiting to be found at low tide …

with lots of other fun besides …

And if I missed being on the beach, at least there was rainy afternoon fun to be had making cookie dough …

Fortunately, after a full day of abstaining from stair climbing, I was ready to return to the beach on Wednesday. We headed for the County Park, a paid parking beach that was much more in keeping with our young folks/old folks vibe …

And if it rained, yet again, that afternoon, we took solace in playing Peace Ninjas (because this Nana is unwilling to play good guys/bad guys so we do tree pose to warm up and then save the world together) …

Best of all was dinner … North Carolina sourced crab cakes (at an eye-popping $50 per pound, worth every penny) …

followed by a sighting of the waxing gibbous moon …

which G aptly called a “lemon moon” … a perfect view of which can be seen on Barry’s blog.

And through it all I was reading a biography of Agnes Martin … one I had reserved at the library in anticipation of our autumn trip to New Mexico, but which was handily available on the bookshelves in the vacation house.

Thursday I walked a prayer while beach combing. And as I did, I thought of the Kindred Spirits, picking up shells that reminded of Agnes Martin’s penciled grids and subtle colors …

and her words: “The response to art is … feeling, not intellectual … true feelings such as you would have at the beach — freedom, joy, gratitude, innocence, harmony, content(ment?), the sublime …”