Chasing Clouds

I was driving towards these towering plops of whipped cream-ish clouds with darkness below on the way home. And by whipped cream I mean when you whip cream and then keep whipping until it’s almost just about to begin thinking about becoming butter…

They were to the east and north and it became obvious that I should scope out some clear views in that direction. Oh well, I did find some new pokestops etc.

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Beren and Lúthien

Then suddenly, when her hope was almost spent, he woke again, and looked up, seeing leaves against the sky; and he heard beneath the leaves singing soft and slow beside him Lúthien Tinuviel. And it was spring again. 

The Silmarillion, Beren and Lúthien, J. R. R. Tolkien

#bobbincount 2 plus 10

Paint before Thread

I needed a transition when I got home so I did these two small watercolor experiments. I left these wet downstairs. I kept with the mantra – more water! bigger brush! Then I went upstairs and cleaned and oiled the machine and got down to the work.

#bobbincount (11), unexpected cheer and stuff

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 you’ll hear more about that one tomorrow no doubt.

Last night I went down to get the laundry out of the dryer. It was late and I was just going to put it away and go to bed. As I came up the stairs my eye was caught something in the pantry-way along the cellar stairs – could it be? was there really a bottle of Moscato there? This was what greeted me when I took off the wrapper.

And this was the other end of the cork:

Hard not to be happy about that!

Tonight’s Sunset

After a quick but wonderful dinner and pokemon go consult with mom, I headed home but I got sidelined by the sky.

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#Bobbincount the 10th

A practical note for those who chance here, discovering this blog: I began with twelve empty bobbins and have two as yet uncounted bobbins which are partially full of thread. I will now start to re-use the ten bobbins now empty. And if it seems, to your willing ears that my speech has become long and of a manner more familiar in older times, it mayhap be laid to the first part of the audio book I am listening to. Long those words feed down into sentences and then to gathering tributaries of interwoven rivers and tales, bearing along those with many similar names and many varied lands and places now lost to time. Although the fair people of those places may no longer be known in our own lands and it being uncertain that the dwarfs shall ever again wrought bobbins as in the shining hour of their realms, I will re-use the bobbins you see before you, remembering always the friendship that many treasured in their time and the strength with which they bent against the evil one who shall not be named here.

#bobbincount 9

Things Seen Along The Way

in this case, to breakfast.

Here’s the original view, seen in the kitchen:

But maybe you’d prefer the egg alone:

A Poem to Enjoy

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, by Jim Daniels