The doctor is trying really hard to keep me busy, probably so I won’t sit around and mope too much about how I don’t have to get up at six in the morning anymore to pack lunches, or spend three evenings a week sitting in a school auditorium somewhere, or stand in the rain watching one kid or the other run around in circles or march down the street carrying a trombone--how I actually do miss those things, though, oh my goodness, I can’t even describe it. So in order to keep me from bringing home a puppy or something, he makes plans. We went out for coffee twice yesterday. We went to Bed Bath and Beyond. We went to the post office, also twice. Between trips to the hardware store, I managed to finish this quilt, and right before it started to pour with gusty rain, I hung it up outside to admire it.
I machine-pieced the top a long time ago, got around to basting the layers after awhile, folded it up and left it to sit there for a month, then finally hand quilted it in one long day while listening to thirteen Zilch podcast episodes in a row. I discovered recently that the real name for my huge, hurried quilt stitches is “utility quilting” which seems right. There’s nothing fancy about them at all, but they look fine to me, and they get the job done. The finished dimensions of this quilt are 72” x 81”.
After our extremely busy day of leafing through magazines and buying squirrel deterrent, we put on our clean shirts and went into the city to see this, and I laughed so hard I couldn’t see straight, which was the best medicine ever, though I warn you it is not for the faint of heart nor the easily offended. Back in our quiet midnight kitchen, we shared the last of an apple pie, still laughing. It was a really good day. I don’t know how he’s going to keep up this pace, but I’m looking forward to it.