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 …

This one’s for the boys

June 28-30, 2021

While the girls were all glamping at Meg’s, for the week, Don and I hosted Cowboy Camp at our house. Sunday we had breakfast tacos, but at their request, Monday started off with crepes for breakfast …

After all, they worked up quite an appetite swimming and playing ball on Saturday and Sunday …

Unfortunately, I was on the disabled players list for the rest of the day as I once again slogged over to the eye doctor to have yet another posterior vitreous detachment confirmed. At least the dilating drops wore off enough to get some good shots of this awesome cloud as we drove our cowboys into the sunset …

By the next day I was good as new, ready to get the guys going on a new project. I’d love to show you how they made their Shrinky Dinks, but the only pictures I have on the phone are the ones I made as I pre-tested my materials …

Wrangling three cowpokes left me with no hands to take pictures, which is too bad because it was a hoot listening to them as they saw their art shrink in the oven. Instead, I’ll have to settle for this picture of Jace’s finished spider and how I stitched outside the lines to make a patch of it …

But at the end of the week when I asked the boys “what was the best thing we did together?” their unanimous answer was “Mini golf!” …

Of course … 😉