Yesterday's post heading, "Rainy Saturday," was a bit of an understatement. It was raining when I got up at 5 a.m., and raining when I went to bed at 10 p.m., and at just about every minute in-between.
Around noon, things began to get serious. Tornadoes. Flooding. Straight-line winds near 90 mph. It was scary.
As the strongest storm approached, The Husband and I went outside to look at the sky. We heard a loud crack and then a big THUD, and ran around to the back yard to find this:
A big limb had fallen out of the ash tree.
The Grandkids' swing set is under that pile of limbs.
The Little Rotten Baby is going to be *pissed*. So are we, when we have to tackle that pile with the chainsaw and the tractor.
I spent most of the day working on the quilt. Made good progress. All of the rows are finished. Four of the rows are stitched together in pairs. There's still some quilting to do in the corners where the blocks join.
The hand-sewing would go much faster if I could resolve my thimble situation. There must be a dozen thimbles in this house, but none of them will stay on my finger because of the arthritis knot on my knuckle. I spend more time looking for dropped thimbles than I spend wearing them. I bought two kinds of leather thimbles, and one of them worked fairly well until the needle wore holes in it. If it could only hold out a little while longer! For the past few days, I've been wrapping my thimble finger with stretchy bandage tape before putting on the leather thimble. It's cumbersome, but better than ramming the blunt end of the needle through my skin.
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