Life's a Stitch

Time to catch our breath. We’ve been home for seven weeks after making up for lost time travel-wise. Before we retired, eight years ago (!) I made a list of goals, and during this period at home we accomplished two: Spanish and Mahjong classes. 

If I had had this teacher in college, I might be speaking more Spanish than restaurant menus. I’d say we did well until the irregular verbs, which will require memorization, quite the ambitious goal at this age.

The Mahjong class in our town always has a waitlist and I was thrilled to get the last space. I played Hong Kong/Chinese rules years ago and was pleased that this was the same.  Now that I’ve graduated I can join the weekly game sessions.

C’s birthday at home gave me the opportunity to perfect, after many tries over recent years, a low sugar pavlova. 

Artwise, it’s been a successful time, having finished two commissions and selling one of my larger paintings at the show I mentioned in my last post. And C, not to be outdone, shipped off a commissioned river table. I almost slipped and wrote undone, as he was close during the frustrating moments working with the wood’s natural and milling induced inclusions, the nature of the beast. 

We even found time for crabbing on our town’s dock. I’m sure we got one of the only males (can’t keep the females) of legal length left in that bay.

And the evening we caught none, we enjoyed the sunset: