Dog days

July 4-8, 2021

I had to look up “Dog Days” to be sure I was using the phrase correctly. I was. And although this next batch of patches is a bit “dark,” I feel it’s important to have this cloth reflect the reality that life has its ups and downs.

After everyone headed home, we spent a very quiet Fourth of July, noteworthy for spending quiet time reading Fair Play by new-to-me author Tove Jannson, who wrote …

empty spaces that must be respected —those often long periods when a person can’t see the pictures or find the words and needs to be left alone.”

and happily eating an abundance of homegrown tomatoes …

As I tried to appliqué a bit of rapidly fraying red linen to a scrap of black linen, I realized the back looked better than the front, so I went with that …

The next day Don tackled the lawn, which was thriving after an unusual amount of rain. Unfortunately, fire ants tend to show up after heavy rains, so no pictures but this is a graphic representation of one of Don’s ankles post-mowing …

July 5, 2021 – Nailed

Having liked Fair Play, the next day I moved on to Tove Jannson’s Summer Book, which is supposedly a novel, but which reads like memoir …

It felt very believable and took me back to a piece of my own writing, Shelter Island, 1969, that I’ve linked to before.

The following day included yet another book and a related doctor visit, about which the less said the better. The book, What Fresh Hell is This, was on my radar as a possible suggested read for my daughters, who are closer to 40 than 30. Although I am now well past menopause myself, in hindsight I wish I had been given more warning about what to expect in the lead up to it.

The title also dovetailed with the drumbeat of summer wildfires, our very real fresh hell …

Lastly (and I will say, the next batch of patches will be lighter, visually and metaphorically), there was yet another doctor visit. The previous week’s trip to the eye doctor had resulted in a referral to my retina doctor (trust me, you don’t want to ever need a retina doctor).

So Don drove me to Austin where, through the wonders of modern laser surgery, the small hole in my retina was welded shut …

July 8, 2021 – Seeing green

Nuff said.

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!