Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Monday, May 18, 2020
Sunday, May 17, 2020
Life is Such a Strange Adventure and Pictures from First Part of May
I put shorts on today for the first time this Spring. One day I'm scrounging to find thick, heavy sweatpants, the next I'm flinging those aside in 80+ temps for thin lounge pants...and this afternoon, for a pair of shorts.
The lake has come up, my dock ramp was a good distance out in the water. Fished it out but the wheel is coming off of the ramp again, so I had to call my neighbor to ask for help. He's such a good friend, he came right away and fixed it. As long as the wheels are on it I can move it by myself...otherwise, no.
Saw my first little hummingbird today, a little female. They just make me smile, it eases my heart to hear their distinctive buzz that alerts you to them being nearby. My Peonies are in full bloom and are lush this year. "First they sleep, then they creep, then they leap". Everything here--trees, shrubs, flowering plants--I planted as bare root balls or twigs. They take my breath away with how big and strong so many of them have grown over the last 18 years. And, yes, so have the multitude of weeds and tangle, but I just see the beauty in the midst of the jungle. :)
There is so much that needs to be done here, both inside and out. So many things left to fall into disrepair over the years that R was sick. Had a contractor come out last week to see about fixing the windows in the west end of the house, and my roof is leaking with a sizeable leak into my bedroom ceiling. He indicated he could fix them, but I haven't heard back from him as to when. They are calling for rain again tomorrow, and I'm tired of worrying about those damn windows and the leaking roof. I need them fixed sooner rather than later.
The weather the last few days has been gorgeous---80 deg. and sunny. I just heard on the weather that we are in for a hot, climate-change Summer. Going from heavy sweatpants to thinnest of thin lounge pants and shorts.
Sunday, April 26, 2020
The Birds during Stay At Home
The birds come in pairs these days---the Bluebirds, the Blue Jays, the Cardinals. The Tufted Titmouse, the Carolina Wren. the red-bellied Woodpecker, the Downys, the Finches---they all come to light up my day on this cold, drizzly more-like-February day then end of April. They delight my heart as they flit from limb to branch to suet to feeder, then start the flight paths all over again.
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Wednesday, April 01, 2020
First Homemade Face Mask
I used Dee Mallon's tutorial deemallon.com to make my first fabric fabric face. She did an excellent tutorial, very easy to follow. I'm really pleased with it. Now I need to make a couple for my sister and brother-in-law (by request :) ). I found the no-sew t-shirt face mask tutorial after I made this one. So I will give that a try to. It looks like it would be really comfortable. (Tutorial for t-shirt mask in previous post, by permission)
Easy and Fast No-Sew Mask by Linda McDermott
Easy and Fast No-Sew Face Mask
T-Shirt material is one of the recommended materials for making homemade face masks. To save money, clean old t-shirts work just as well as new ones. Making your own face masks will free up supplies for the medical community.

















You can also use this size paper to make the masks instead of the 9” x 6 1/2”.


Remember to wash your hands before removing your mask or touching your face. Wash hands.
And don’t touch your face.
Good luck and be safe.
Updated 4/1/20 with correct size on first photo and other clarifications. Also, this is a standard size I thought would work for most. Make any size adjustments to best fit you. Feel free to leave a comment if you have any questions.
Sunday, March 29, 2020
"The Time To Be Slow" John O'Donohue
I'm trying to do some slow stitching every day. Even if only for a few minutes, a few stitches. I have pieced backgrounds for two small quilts, but that's as far as I've gotten with sewing fabric together. My mind is like a butterfly flitting from one flower (thought) to another. I have no idea what day I'm on most of the time, or what day it should be. Took me quite a while this morning to realize it is Sunday. The unreality, the dislocation, the inability to focus... I'm sure I'm not the only one in this time of 'stay home' Covid-19 days that's dealing with this.
Woke to Marlee trying to burrow under me because we were having thunderstorms. Now the winds are really wreaking havoc, ahead of a cold front. We've had a couple of days with temperatures in the upper 70s and 80s, it brings to mind the recurring thought that this is shaping up to be a really strange Summer. Even those temperatures are strange for this time of year here. We have some more daytime temps of 50s and 60s coming up after today, with upper 30s for a few nighttime temps. Seesawing, just like my thoughts.
This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
John O'Donohue (From Benedictus)
Friday, March 20, 2020
First Day of Spring
I really didn't think life could get any stranger than this last year (2019) was for me. I was wrong. These days are really, REALLY strange---and scary. Marlee and I are knee deep in fabric and 'social distancing', 'staying at home' for my protection and every one else out there. I try to be fully present to all that each of these days hold, no matter how desperate and dire the news is with each new day.
“Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Repent just means to change direction — and NOT to be said by someone who is waggling their forefinger at you. Repentance is a blessing. Pick a new direction, one you wouldn’t mind ending up at, and aim for that. Shoot the moon.”
- Anne Lamott
Monday, March 09, 2020
It's Been A Year Since
Randy died. What a strange year, full of extreme changes in my life, it has been. I'm still quite numb, and still slowly finding my way in a new landscape. I am beyond grateful for all of the loving support I've received over this year, debts that can never be repaid.
Marlee and I are well. Needless to say, I don't know how I would have made it without my Marlee. She has been, and is, my main anchor. She keeps me from drifting totally away on these seas of uncertainty. What does one do without a little four-legged to keep one on some sort of daily routine? She is definitely a creature of habit.
I still have my love of fabric, but I haven't been able to focus long enough to really do anything with it. I still pick up pieces, and lay them down again. I hope to be able to gradually find my way back to playing in the fabric.
It's unbelievable to me that we are heading into Spring 2020. We are having 60s temperatures all of this week, and the Daffodils and Forsythia are in bloom. I'm focused on embracing each day as it comes, one day at a time...
Marlee and I are well. Needless to say, I don't know how I would have made it without my Marlee. She has been, and is, my main anchor. She keeps me from drifting totally away on these seas of uncertainty. What does one do without a little four-legged to keep one on some sort of daily routine? She is definitely a creature of habit.
I still have my love of fabric, but I haven't been able to focus long enough to really do anything with it. I still pick up pieces, and lay them down again. I hope to be able to gradually find my way back to playing in the fabric.
It's unbelievable to me that we are heading into Spring 2020. We are having 60s temperatures all of this week, and the Daffodils and Forsythia are in bloom. I'm focused on embracing each day as it comes, one day at a time...
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