It's dark and thundery and drizzly on the back porch this morning. If I were doing anything fussy, I'd have to turn on the porch light.
Looking out across the back yard is a little depressing. The ground has been too wet for the tree-cutter's equipment, and today's rain will delay him further. The limbs from the ash tree are still laying across the yard. We've been mowing around them, but among them a meadow has sprung up. The place is beginning to look abandoned. Aside from the looks of the thing, we worry about the part of the tree that is still standing and the limbs that might crash onto our roof. Every little storm makes us tense.
I suppose I'll work on the wedding quilt today, once the coffee is gone. The next task is to finish piecing the bottom left and top right quadrants. The blocks are all cut out, and some of the repeating color patterns are constructed. I'll make more of the repeating patterns - blue/green/yellow, blue/green/rust, blue/green/brown - and then get the "map" out to see what goes where.
Yesterday, I bumped the big black blister on my hand, and it started leaking blood. I called the dermatologist office to ask how to care for the wound. They said, "Put a band-aid on it." I squished out most of the blood and put a band-aid on it. The skin under it looks like a deflated beach ball.
About 3 p.m., The Husband texted me that The Grandson had a band concert at 7. He's playing bass guitar with the high school jazz band. We'd known he had a concert coming up, we just didn't know when. He was never sure of the date when we asked about it. He said he'd let us know, which he did, yesterday at 2:59.
Dinner was ready when The Husband got home at 6. We wolfed it down and made it to the concert in time. The event started with a performance by the flag team. The jazz band played a couple of songs, then the concert band took over.
Watching The Grandson perform was a little like going back in time. He looks so much like his dad.
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