I would feel safe enough fishing from a little skiff. I wouldn’t mind the mystic, misty fog that will burn off later in the day.
But going ashore to fish from the beach has given me pause. All sorts of dangers lurk there, right next to those horse clams that squirt water through their siphons like a mini fire brigade.
Remember them, squirting water into the air? Well, just look what is going on behind their backs.What if I’d been standing on the beach fishing, and it turned out to be the bruin’s favourite fishing spot? I think I’d stay in the skiff, thank you.
But worse yet, what if you heard wolves howling the night before, you go to the beach to fish in the morning and a friend calls over to tell you he just saw a wolf running away. You go to explore, and find that wolves have taken down a good-sized deer.
A pack of wolves would tear at the hide, pulling it right off the hind quarters to get at the meat under it. I apologize to the squeamish readers, but this is real life and death–the kind of thing we Disney fans deny ever happens, when in fact it is going on all the time. It must go on. Wolves have to eat too. But you’ll excuse me if I’m not overly in love with wolves or want to transplant them to every part of the country.
Next time I’ll post something sweet and not too real. I know that for many of you this is hard to look at. I didn’t like it myself, but it’s real, it’s true, and it’s happening out there in the real world.
No, I wasn’t there that day, but the Captain was. He took these pictures.
Followers of Wordsfromanneli, please indulge me one more time. I know that some of you are aware of my second blog which I dedicate to books, authors, and writing, but in case you don’t know about my annelisplace blog, please come visit and if you are interested, follow me there as well. https://annelisplace.wordpress.com/
One of my favourite writers, Darlene Jones (yes, she’s the one on the camel) has just completed another book, “Whispers Under the Baobab.” It is a stand-alone sequel to her previous publication, “When the Sun was Mine.” In this sequel, the setting goes back and forth in time. We are taken from the U.S. to Africa and back, to events that happened earlier in the life of award-winning journalist, Flo McAllister. When she died, Flo left a mystery behind. The story evolves as we try to decode her secret notes.
I’d like to share the author’s thoughts with you here. Welcome Darlene. What can you tell us about your new book, “Whispers Under the Baobab”?
It’s always exciting when “the book” is finally edited, formatted, and published. Holding the print copy in your hands never fails to make your heart beat a little faster. You’ve done it.
Did you ever do something really stupid that made you wonder if old age is setting in early? I did! Today! I think I’m losing it!
We have a lot of windows in our house and they were in dire need of a cleaning after a winter of storms. I had been cleaning a few at a time over the last week, using a spray bottle of Windex, paper towels, and sometimes a squeegee.
Today I had a lot of things on my “To Do” list, so I rushed to get started. I grabbed the Windex and the paper towels and started on the living room windows.
I was surprised how much of a film remained on the window pane after I sprayed them and wiped them with the paper towel. I put it down to having neglected the job for too long, and rubbed harder with the towel so the panes finally came out clear. Emma’s nose prints on the glass didn’t help any. She likes to stick her nose into the window pane when she sees birds or rabbits in the yard outside.
In case you’re wondering why I have a photo of two spray bottles, it’s to show how similar the Windex bottle is to the one I accidentally grabbed in its place.
I had been cleaning my windows with Febreze! No wonder the panes were a bit filmy. But at least there is no doggie smell anywhere near the windows.
It’s easy enough to grab the wrong bottle when you’re in a hurry and don’t have your glasses on. The Captain says I’d never be able to get a job as a caregiver. I’d have the residents keeling over from getting the wrong medicine.
I promised I would share what we made at the quilting retreat. I’m very much a beginning quilter, so I hesitate to show what I was working on. But the saying goes, “Save the best for last,” so I thought I’d start with my own project(s) and work up to what some of the experts sewed in another post.
I still have plenty of scraps to work with so I brought the cut out squares and strips with me to the retreat. I only broke two needles this time, sewing through the heavy layers in the corner seams. Less than one needle per bag. Getting better!
Future bags may be a variation of these, maybe with squares on the bottom too. Not sure yet.
What are they good for? In my case, I use one of these bags as a purse because they hold a lot (of my important junk). Most other people might use them to carry books to their book club meeting, carry slippers to a friend’s house when they go to dinner and want to change shoes, carry a camera and a notebook for a hike or photo outing, carry a sandwich and a bottle of water — the list is endless. It just depends on your lifestyle and special needs and hobbies.
Some people at the retreat made much fancier bags than these and it got me thinking about finding new designs for my next bags.
Meanwhile, I made the top layers of two coffee table “runners.” I’ll do a post about those when I get the batting and backing on them and finish quilting the layers together.
In the next post I hope to show you some of the projects the expert quilters worked on. Their sewing skills are amazing.
Next week, I hope to tell you all about the quilting retreat I will be attending this weekend. There was a time (long ago, now) when I would never have considered spending a weekend sitting around, sewing with a bunch of old ladies.
We get wiser with age, and now that I’m one of “the old ladies” I don’t feel all that old at all, and I’ve come to realize that, even though I’m an amateur quilter, there is great satisfaction in creating something original and possibly even useful.
Today I’ve packed my threads, fabrics, rotary cutter, and my wonderful Bernina sewing machine. I’ll be bringing along material to make another quilt similar to the one in the photo below, which I made last June for the guest bed, only this time I’ll make a bigger one for my own bed.
I’m looking forward to being away from the usual housekeeping duties for three whole days. I’ll miss the Captain and the dogs, but with any luck they’ll miss me too and be happy to see me after the weekend.
If my sewing comes together, I may share my creations with you next week.