Himself: Swam, worked at home, dinner with Don…”It was a good day.” A favorite TV show too.
Herself: …and the quilt blog too: Blogging and reading blogs….yes, I’m reading all my favorites but have less time to note. Swam…still vastly less pain with the exercises done in the deep water, worked on poem, worked with the books and the sale ended, came home to work on poem, dinner and a trip to Frye’s to return something of Don’s, home and “Top Chef.”
My Babylonian Captivity: Do stop in and read Tugster's newest blog. For Tugster was captured in Iran when Iraq invaded, and this is the story of that time.
Gratitude: Lessa who calls and laughs in the midst of tons of little things going wrong in her world.
It’s seems an endless count since I began this little project. 14 lines, ten syllables a line, and it all broken into three groups of six, six, and two lines. Did I say it has to make sense? There’s the rub, as Shakespeare said. Sometimes it seems to make sense, and other times, I just end up counting lines and altering the text till nothing makes sense.
It’s been good for me to do this project.
It’s’ also been good for me to think about stopping quilting. I love the fabrics, I love the colors, but creating a finished project is such a struggle for me that I’m thinking of giving my fabrics away. Because this blue quilt is laid out in such a public spot, it seems to be creeping along at a slightly faster pace than my usual quilts.
So I write a non rhyming sonnet about quilting. Is there such a thing?
I read it at eleven o’clock this morning.