Hello,

We continue to see the opening of spring in this part of the country.    I love how fast things are changing out of doors.

I thing I made bit of a mistake by signing up for Sketchbook Revival again this year.  Two new assignments/exercises/projects every day plus all the other things I have my fingers in, is hard for me to keep up with.   I am trying  and  I do like the assignments.   There is lots of mixed media this year.

 

 

 

 

 

I am still working away on my Fiber Artist Stitch Club project.  It is slow by growing .

I am still doing the reading and attending the Zoom meetings  for my Creative Strength Training class too.  I am feeling better about things as I go forward.

Progress Report:  Scrap Happy    I finished the back assembly on Monday and I am stitching down the rows now.  I only have three rows to add and then I am on to the boarders.

Action   I keep stitching away on this project.  The left side is all completed at this point.

 

 

 

 

Lap #7  This top is all ready pin based and ready for quilting.  I do enjoy this process.

 

 

 

 

 

Drawing    I have signed up for Quilting by the Lake again this summer and one of my classes is in Machine Drawing.  So with that in mind I have decided to draw at least on continuous line drawing   every day until then. I just might help.

Cowl    I finished this cowl on Tuesday.  I am ready to begin a new one today.

 

 

 

 

 

 Necklace   I did pass a necklace forward this week and I was delighted to do so.  I do enjoy making these  as well.

 

 

 

College Life – Fall Quarter continued

That fall really cemented our love of movies and performances. I remember a week of film called The New Cinema. Every night for five nights there were award winning films from all over the world. It was great. There were also all the wonderful films that the Governing Board showed. We saw Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Grapes of Wrath, The Spy Who Came In From the Cold, and Who Shot the Piano Player among others that term. We also made it downtown to the Rivoli to see A Man and A Woman. The drama department did Hamlet and Chalk Garden, along with another that fall. Eric and I also went to a Jack Jones live concert in Emens. I loved his work and had several of his albums. It was a great evening.

The summer before Larry had worked at a YMCA camp called Tecumseh. He had found a new girl friend there, Ellie Perry. Ellie came for a visit in October, and we went to Mounds State Park for our favorite picnic spot. Again we played badminton and climbed trees. We had our usual cook out and Larry manned the grill. Eric lay on a blanket in the warm Autumn sun wearing my favorite yellow and brown plaid shirt and got his first back rub from me. Ellie had such a good time she returned in November for Larry’s Birthday on the 4th. She was a great gal and we became good friends.

Early in the fall, I think I was cooking something, and I dropped a new glass bottle of cooking oil, which shattered. Glass and oil all over the place. The clean-up took a long time. I used all the newspapers I could find and at least a whole roll of paper towels. In the process I discovered the door to the basement. I could not resist and I went down. It had dirt walls and was very dusty with cobwebs and lots of junk. I discover a collection of rusty round and oval faucet handles–which I took and used as part of a wind chime. There is one in use today: it holds the keys for our backyard sheds.

Later that fall, at Halloween, Eric purchased an especially ugly, bearded-faced Halloween mask. Because they now lived on the ground floor in a neighborhood where little kids would be trick or treating, he planned to join in. He wore his black trench coat and that gruesome mask to answer the door when the first little boy knocked. When Eric opened the door the child was so frightened that he forgot “trick or treat” started to back up slowly across the porch. His mother was on the sidewalk, so–fearing that the child would topple backwards down the steps–Eric rushed out and grabbed him–which, of course, caused the poor boy to be even more terrified! Eric took off the mask and did not use it again for fear of a repeat event. That mask made the move to Syracuse and was around here for years before the rubber rotted and fell to shreds.

The third exciting adventure in that house happened one Saturday night when we heard Fred and Denny shouting out in the front hall. Wondering what the commotion was about, Eric and I came out of his room to find a bat fluttering around the entry way. Eric propped open the front door and I went to the kitchen for the broom. I tried to shoo the bat out the door, but I inadvertently knocked him to the floor. As he lay stunned, we swept him into a paper bag and quickly closed the top. Then Eric and I linked hands, carried the bag and bat out the front door, and down University Avenue. and across the porch. Taking shelter behind a big cottonwood along the sidewalk we carefully opened the bag, with Eric stretching his arm around the tree as far as he could get with the opening pointed up. The bat flew off into the night. And we were heroes.

I will be away next week so there will not be a posting.

See you in two weeks

Carol