Little Sister had two containers filled with Dad's hexies. There are hundreds of them in there. I was shocked.
Our Saturday farmer's market is held at our senior center and while The Mister shops Pup and I hide out on this shady sidewalk. Yesterday that sidewalk gave me a wave of emotion I hadn't felt in a long time. It's where they had set up the long row of chairs where we waited to get the very first of our Covid vaccines. I don't think I've ever been so terrified as I was that day. I was pretty sure I was going to be carried out on a stretcher.
I was chugging away every night on those last ten squares I needed for the last row of Audun when my alarm bells went off.
All the crawling around and the up and down has really taken a toll on this old body. I woke up at 5 am yesterday and started to clean the house and then said the heck with it. I made myself a cup of tea and a fire and had a nice long sit down on the deck while the rest of the world was still asleep. We've had some unusually cold mornings and I decided to take advantage of it. The mess in the house could wait.
My WIPs are looking pretty boring at the moment but I do have an FO. Riddari is done. It's sharing its mugshot with a stuffed alpaca. I couldn't find any of my many sheep stuffies. I think I packed them away downstairs.
After a long and very busy weekend we are back to doing floor work again today. Yesterday we got the second room ready to go which means more clutter and more mess. Over the week I managed to finish up both sides of Village Quaker. I've got some big motifs to stitch in the corners of each side before I can go across the top so I'm far from being done-but I'm closer than I was.