I was scarcely worth a plugged nickel yesterday. The same goes for The Husband.
Middle of the afternoon, he said, "I'm going to the dollar store to get a kite for the little girls."
I said I thought we had one in the closet, and we did. Surprisingly, all the parts were there.
But it wasn't very windy.
Nevertheless, we put on our shoes and walked across the road and beckoned The Granddaughters outside.
The Little Rotten Baby came running to me. I picked her up and put her on my hip, and we watched from the front porch while Poppy tried to get the kite airborne. He wasn't having much luck. After a minute, the LRB said, "He needs to run with it, and it'll work." I 'bout cracked up. I haven't seen Poppy run since The Sons drove the car into the pond 40 years ago.
I don't know if they ever got the kite to fly, for I was cold and came back home to work on #3's quilt.
I had taken some quilt blocks on our junkin' trip and had sewed two of them together while we were on the road, but I wasn't satisfied with the result and took out the stitching, and I didn't touch a needle again while we were traveling. Yesterday, I laid out the blocks and did some measuring and pondered taking the blocks apart and re-assembling them. But this hand-sewing is painful, and I hate to think about re-doing what I've already done. One row of the quilt is assembled, and the second row is one seam away from being ready to sew to the first row. I decided to finish row 2 and see how the seams align with row 1. If they're too far off, I'll take them apart and try again.
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