The boys were sleeping in tents outside last night somewhere along the Appalachian Trail. I wanted to go to bed early, but I didn’t manage to do that, I was too engrossed in Cheer Squad on Netflix. I’m only interested in the cheerleading part where they toss someone high in the air or execute a new tumbling routine. I’m not at all interested in who these girls want to date, where they go to school, whether they want to do massage therapy or coach cheer. I wish I learned how to do a back handspring when I was younger. I’ve done many front handsprings, but not recently!
Lately, I’ve been having trouble gaining momentum on Saturday mornings. Usually I have some Edda-care on Saturdays from noon – 5 pm. This means I should be able to do 4-5 hours of work that I can do with Edda around (laundry, taxes, bills) before our caregiver arrives. But oftentimes, I find myself having done nothing but feed and shower Edda and lounge around in my pajamas.
This morning was a little out of the ordinary in a good way. I fed Edda breakfast quickly and got her showered in record time. I spent the rest of the morning with her in her room working on my next quilt. I’ve gotten some Christmas themed fabrics from Gina, Vickey’s mom, and I’m trying to figure out how to make a quilt out of it that doesn’t seem Christmas-y at all. I love the challenge of getting random fabrics and trying to make something beautiful from them. That out of scraps and challenging fabric can emerge a beautiful piece of art (which is useful too).
Here’s my first block:
Worked on this block today:
I’ve been listening to Stephen King’s book On Writing while I’ve been quilting. Listening to writing books makes me feel self conscious about all the writing on this blog. I usually write the blog very quickly, at night right before I fall asleep. Most nights I don’t even proof it. I know it’s riddled with spelling errors, mismatched subject verb tenses, cliches, too many extra words, the same word used three times in two consecutive sentences and terrible dialog punctuation. I feel like I could write well if I actually paid attention to it and budgeted more than 20 minutes to blog. But I don’t think it’s going to happen. It’s just going to be this way forever. We use the blog all the time to figure out when various things happened or to clarify memories which can only happen when I try to blog most days…
Vince came home early from the scout hiking trip because the play (that we saw last week) is still running this weekend and he wanted to go to the cast party after closing night (which is tonight). So he got a ride home from the trail with another kid who is in the same situation. But Jeremy is an actual leader of the hiking trip which is why he isn’t home tonight, he is still out there on the trail sleeping in a tent on the ground. They hiked 10 miles today.
I dropped Vince off at the play and Edda and I headed to my favorite burger place, the Habit Burger. I had had a burger for lunch, so I ordered myself a chicken caesar salad and as I was waiting for the order to be ready, I had the following exchange with my Rett mom pals (I’m in blue):
So I threw away my caesar salad.