Extra days off, teacher or no, are always appreciated. I’m so busy that I spent most of it working, but I even got some yardwork and a dog walk in yesterday…always a plus. And it’s the last extra day for 8 weeks, so I needed to appreciate the nice weather as well. It’s been so dark and rainy lately that a pretty sunny day was a pleasant thing.
I tried another hiking spot, one that is more populated, hoping to avoid the coyotes. It’s shorter though, so that’s an issue. The eucalyptus were all leaning…
I wouldn’t want to be there in a wind storm. And the little stream had obviously been a significant river at some point in the last month or so…mudflow apparent.
We saw about 5 dogs and 15 people, but no coyotes. I’m sure they’re there, but they weren’t out and about.
Puppy was tired enough after to let me sew the sleeves on the quilt. Done! Well. No.
It took a while. Apparently I sort of tired him out.
Dinner made…but also school lunches, with vodka. Ironic that.
Comfort food. Plus easy.
Then I inked. For about an hour. I haven’t run the hours on this quilt yet.
I’m sure it’s a lot. Wait. I did the math. 163 1/2 hours. Yup. That’s a big one. Started the cut/paste on December 11…so it wasn’t quick either. I blame the inauguration. And school. And my brain.
Then I finished this drawing. It didn’t need much.
And numbered it. 504 pieces.
Not bad. It’s about 24″ square at the moment I think. I should check that. Yeah, she’s got the world in her vagina. Like you do.
And she’s stomping on some peeps.
I stole a bit of that from a previous quilt.
It’s OK. I’m stealing from myself.
So I finally started the tree I keep talking about on this. I did one length of thread in stitching. Because that’s what I’ve been doing all along. It needs roots though.
Puppy continued to snore.
He can be really sweet. Right now, he’s demanding ball throwing…which I am doing from my chair here, bouncing the ball off the closet doors into the hallway. That is kinda how we roll.
So that’s it…time to start the next quilt. It’s small, luckily, although it still has a lot of pieces. It will be (should be) done before Spring Break, and then hopefully I’ll be able to finish another one by my other self-imposed deadline. You know? There’s a couple of ways I can go on that. On the one hand, I didn’t get done what I thought I would get done by now, but then the one I finished is about twice the size of what I thought I was going to do. Plans get revised. Quite often, it seems.
*Elliott Smith, Between the Bars