I plowed along tonight, listening to The Silmarillion and to music and enjoying the temperate temperature. 70’s is much nicer for quilting in than 90’s. Bobbin count for tonight is 11, and I actually quilted 2/3 of another one, but … Continue reading →
The Writer’s Almanac today offers a particularly lovely poem, for you parents out there: Now, in still darkness, listening to their breath slow and ease into sleep’s regular rhythm. They are grown, you might’ve guessed. from: Talking About the Day, … Continue reading →
I’ve been listening to Walden in the car. It’s pretty good for commutes. It’s not, it turns out, great for quilting to. Last night I ended up finishing a good chunk of quilting to Paul Simon. I had the epiphany … Continue reading →
never ending. It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we … Continue reading →
Yesterday is a canceled check; tomorrow is a promissory note; today is the only cash you have–so spend it wisely.
