Monday, June 18, 2018

OK and Home Again

It is hot here the last day or so, in the 90s, but no worries here in Mid-Michigan, where the forecast for Tuesday is a return to 70 degree weather.  I do not like the heat, I do not like the bitter cold, but nothing here lasts for long.    It truly is a pleasant peninsula, as our State motto proclaims.

My sweetie and I went to Oklahoma last week to visit part of his very large family.  I packed a table runner (which I forgot to photograph when it was finished just before I packed!) and a little purse as hostess gifts, which were graciously received.
The trips there and back were daunting, as our planes were cancelled, rescheduled, and re-routed in both directions, making me think of Dorothy and Toto as we were swept back and forth through bumpy skies, coming and going.  The day we were scheduled to leave, our flight was cancelled and we were told to come back the next day.  Even then, we ended up sitting on a plane for the entire day before we got to the correct Oklahoma city!  The return trip was not much better, with the flight cancelled minutes before we left for the airport, sending us scrambling to reschedule again.  Our scheduled, expected-to-be relatively short trips there and back both took long, full days to complete.

But finally we arrived, and his twin and her husband were gracious hosts.  We spent the days talking and watching their children and their children's children and even one child's child's child.    People say that family is everything and this family has a richness of blessings that were a joy to spend time with.   

They say it was hot there, but I wouldn't know.  We only left the house twice, once so that the parents of the youngest children could have one blissful hour with adult company over dinner, and once to visit the Oklahoma City Memorial, which is both beautiful and sobering.   I loved that the memorial named all the survivors, recognizing that their lives were changed forever, as well as those who died and those who helped in the rescue efforts.   There were forest rangers on site and they did a wonderful job of explaining the truly moving symbolism behind every bit of the memorial.     Not one part of it was done carelessly, from entry and exit ways, to the size and placement of the chairs, to the place of honor where the Survivor Tree still stands.
Back home again,  I started work on a little flag quilt that will be a gift later for someone who is retired from the military.  
I had a great time on our trip, but it is always good to get home again.   And I was excited to get a couple more of my quilts back in the mail.  Getting them back is like seeing old friends after a long absence.

And now let the summer festivities begin in earnest!   I am hoping for some serious pool time with the Littles before it gets cold again!

Saturday, June 2, 2018

The First Half

It's June already.  I am repeatedly amazed at how quickly my life is spinning by.  We are entering the half-way point of 2018, today.  It seems like only yesterday that I wondered if it would ever be warm again, and now we have spent a week complaining about the heat!  

My life continues in its up and down roller coaster path.  I am enjoying the highs and the plains, while trying to be philosophical about the dips.  Meanwhile,  I continue to quilt.

I've completed 13 quilt tops this year, and one little baby rag quilt.    Although there are a couple more quilts on the drawing board, I'm slowing down a bit now that my favorite scraps have been used up.  And I feel the need to get to some other sewing projects.  A friend has asked for a little purse for her daughter, and I've given away all my table runners so I need to make a few of those.  they make nice hostess gifts and are so easy to put together.   And my periodic embroidered quilt needs some love if I'm really going to get it finished by Christmas.   I have tons of elements still to embroider, and then it will still need to be pieced into a finished top and bordered before I can even think about having it quilted.  All I've done so far are the Transition Metals and the Lanthanoids, although I have also cut out the squares for the remaining elements.

In the Old Dog New Tricks category, I learned the truth this week of the old saying,  'Last one in's a rotten egg.'   I love my farm eggs and so did my mother and grandmother, so it was drilled into me from childhood that one must always, always,  always crack each egg into a separate bowl before adding it to a dish or recipe.  Obedient child that I was and am, I have always done so.   But this week, running late for an appointment and wanting to have a quick breakfast with my Sweetie before I left, I cracked my eggs -- one, two, three, four -- straight into the skillet.   Number four was, indeed, the last one in.   And for the first time in my entire life, it was rotten.    Good gravy, what a smell and, equally disgusting, what a sight.   Neither of us has been in the mood for eggs again since.   I don't think I'll neglect the egg-cracking rule again any time soon.   A word to the wise . . . 

The appointment I was rushing to was for my monthly pedicure.  I was never so happy to immerse my feet in scented oil as I was after smelling that rotten egg that morning!

This week was also the occasion of one of the two weddings I am officiating this year.  The couple had been together for decades and had raised their children together.   No Bridal jitters, no anxious Groom,  just relaxed and happy faces all around.   The wedding was  held in the barn on their property, with the sun streaming in and their family all around.  They knew exactly what they were promising and had a track record of keeping those promises.  A beautiful day for a beautiful couple. 

In family news, my grandkids are now big enough for full-sized adult strings instruments, which means a full-sized cello and a full-sized violin.   Since they were using mere fractions of the instruments when they began six years ago, it is a measure of how time has flown by.   They expect to be moving into the Youth Orchestra in the fall.   No surprise, I love hearing them play.

And today, after several days near 90 degrees, it was cool enough again for winter jackets.   Perfect sleeping weather.   Oh, Michigan!   I do love this State.   Like life itself, filled with unexpected twists and turns.