Detail
The quilting is done, unless I want to fix a few boo boos here and there.

whooo hooo! I hung it up on the wall that’s the largest in my room and even though I was lacking a good 6-10 inches in wall, the quilt hangs flat. Phew, what a relief.

I’m listening to a recording of Yo Yo Ma playing Bach Cello Concertos, via my iPod and some new noise-cancelling ear pieces. well, I can’t say they’re totally noise cancelling, but they sure are noise reducing. I guess the more important thing is that the musical sound is wonderful and because of the reduction of other noise, I can hear things like bowing noises, scratchiness of bow meeting strings, finger action noise sometimes and – Yo Yo himself – breathing. Sometimes rhythmically, sometimes about gasping it seems. Since I’ve seen film of him playing some of this stuff, I know that playing the cello is no light weight activity. In fact, I’d say it’s downright physically demanding.

At first I wondered what some of the sounds were — and then I closed my eyes for a few minutes and just listened. Suddenly in my head was a wonderful picture of him playing this wonderful solo piece. Go for it Mr. Ma!

Bob the Corgi put me on to this, but it sounded like a good challenge. So here’s my 100 things about myself.

I didn’t do much quilting last night – but I did do a lot of pondering about quilting, especially thread color. And I took some photos of what’s what with the current in-progress quilt, so here they are:

Closer view
Another detail
the dark/light problem
part of the back
the quilted-not quilted edge from the back

Here’s a view of the whole unquilted top.

Another work week, come and gone.

I have been thinking the past few weeks that the summer is flying by and that means that the end of the year started on September 11, 2001 is not far off. Does that seem possible? On the one hand, like all huge life-events, it seems large and looming and very near. On the other hand, it seems like it must have happened a forever ago.

How is it possible that it’s almost a year ago already? Is it really possible that almost a year ago I was heading up to Brant Lake to calm my head and thoughts and came home to a changed world where the airport was closed and grief was newly defined?