There is too much that I want to hold onto here, for remembering. To put it all in one post is just too much. So, I do nothing. Time slips, but still, I want to try. I don't know why. Anyhow, I'm going to try. Smaller bites.
Starting at the beginning of this week, but in reverse...
The cloth beginning above was stitched on Sunday, on the way home from a fun weekend in Bellingham. Stuck in traffic (thank you, Taylor Swift), I pulled out the handful of scraps that had been grabbed off the table on the way out of the house Saturday morning and puzzled them together. (Not too shabby for not wearing reading glasses, because it was too bright not to wear sunglasses.) Having to find a way to make random fabrics work together is a fun exercise now and then. Haven't touched it since.
Before the freeway crawl, there was a wonderful relaxing morning on Deb's porch (after petting two of the friendliest cats in the world). There was talking and talking, looking at all of her explorations with pigments, and giving her eggshells a crush. That porch is the best science lab that I've ever been to!
The day before was spent with Moon and his girlfriend (I.), in honor of his twenty-first birthday! (They are still in Bellingham, taking summer classes, and Moon is working on an internship researching space ethics.) He had asked us to come a while ago, to join him in a round of bar hopping. I couldn't believe he wanted to spend this particular birthday with his parents. "That's wonderful and weird!" I told him.
"I know!" he said.
We lunched, book shopped, walked along the waterfront, took a nap, strolled through campus, dined, and then decided to miniature golf at the college hangout across the street from his apartment. The plan was to golf before saying goodbye to I. (who won't be legal for a few months).
After the game (I got the only hole-in-one and won!), he decided to have his first drink there, so I. could be there. He ordered a sampler flight of local beers and experienced his first carding. We talked, took photos, and Moon went over to the game shelf and found Sorry, a family favorite. We all sipped, played (he won), and had a swell time. At which point he announced that it had been a good birthday, he was tired, and he was calling it a day.
Such a reasonable boy man!
Back to the present... Propped up on the watering can, to support the heavy drooping branch, with the blue potted plant placed to protect it from folks walking by and badly flung newspapers... I had just about given up hope, but today...
Hooray!
