I’m done for tonight. Hung up the WIP and am here to tell you that the middle is never an easy place. Usually I start in the middle and work out and around.
This quilt though has vertical bands of color and value and I’m changing thread colors along those same rough areas. The middle is a bigger area and I’m somewhere around half done with it. I’ll have to turn the quilt around to do the other side of this area
And now for something completely different: the back.
Stopped to clean and oil and pop in a new needle. Sounds better.
I made chili today and it turned out pretty good. Popped some in the freezer, packed some for lunch tomorrow and have some more for lunches.
Seems like I need to replace the rechargeable battery for my wind up radio. Works on AA batteries but not if crank it. Rumor has it it’s a standard cell phone type battery. As luck would have it, I’m going to the mall tomorrow.
Today I got a deal on a seagate hard drive so i’m back to having a current back up. Also got a really long Ethernet cable to rule out what the heck is wrong with my Internet. Gives a whole new meaning to surfing: up and down etc.
On the way to steve-ness, this quote turned up:
From the quote box:
The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life. — Robert Louis Stevenson
So true confession time. If you search for “thanks Steve” or just “Steve” here, you’ll find a bunch of posts mentioning various Steves. Some also mention shiny new toys. One time I came home with a shiny new toy from work and as I sat down to do the ritual opening of said shiny new toy, I was asked by the now-ex, “where’d that come from?”
I said, “It’s from Steve.”
Wow. That got NO response. Stony silence. It was so unexpected and so hilarious that I blogged it – “thanks steve!” and I continued to do this each time the occasion arose. Purely for my personal amusement. So now it can be told, my dirty little secret: My thing with Steve.
Thanks Steve for making me seem secret-bearing.
Light-medium olive.
Feel the fear and do it anyway.
