This is the brick enclosure where I have been transplanting four o'clocks. You can see the stick that stands for "This is a flowerbed, do not whack". I don't think the nasturtiums will be up before Charlie comes back.
The second pic is Paula Nadelstern signing books. She is world famous for her kaleidoscope quilts, books, and classes.
I couldn't sleep last night. Chris was snoring, and my mind kept
going. I composed Faye a birthday poem. Then I did one for Chris, and
Michele, then Kevin. when I got to Dad, it was really bad. And I got
stuck on Kurt. Anyway, I don't remember the poems now. I went down to
the sofa in the basement to sleep. Kurt did it and I wanted to know how
it was. I took the little ipod with me. The couch was very
uncomfortable, but I must have fallen asleep 'cause I woke up sometime
after the ipod died. Still, I was well enough rested when I got up
sometime between 7 and 8. I listened to audios while exercising,
eating, and reading e-mail. My laptop's ability to carry on even when
unplugged allowed me to pack a suitcase and work outside. A lady
stopped by around 11. I dug up some morning glories and a four o'clock
for her. I went back to watering stuff. I transplanted another four
o'clock into the enclosure. I packed supplements and bags of
breakfast mix. I recharged the ipod and the mp3 player that Kurt sent
me. I also loaded it with BWE and hypnosis stuff. The Fedex lady came
by with a package that I had to sign for. Something Chris ordered.
When Chris came home, he took my car to fill it up. It means a lot to
me that he does that. I think I'd faint if I saw the price. I picked
some greens from the yard and made a salad. Then I went to the HHQ
guild meeting. I dropped off the comfort quilt that Linda and I had
made. She was there with 6 or 7 guests to see Paula Nadelstern. Paula
was selling books and fabrics at the front. She also gave a very nice
talk about how she got into making kaleidoscope quilts. She will be
teaching classes here tomorrow and Saturday. After the talk, I went
home. Chris and I watched the rest of MASH season 3. Henry Blake dies
in the last episode. Kind of a downer. But life goes on. I write this
blog and I get to go to bed.
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