Saturday's News

                            {Part of our backyard that is still green despite the high temperature}

Hello readers

It's 8.52 am Saturday. I have been up and out of bed since 4 am. This makes for a very long day. I guess I am lucky it wasn't 2 am, another regular waking time of mine. Makes you wonder what the heck goes on within these bodies of ours. I feel that I have no control over the situation. I go to bed later or sometimes earlier, but I wake when I do, and not much I can do. Do you wake up realising it is far too early so quickly try to power the brain down again? Me too, but it mostly doesn't work. 

I had my daughter Katie sleeping over last night as The Bloke was over 1000 km's away in a coastal town. He went there to pick up the youngest daughter, who had thought she wanted to relocate to be nearer to her closest in age sister. After three weeks, she knew she wanted to come home. The Bloke, always on rescue duty, set out to collect her. Of course this is no hardship for him as he absolutely loves getting out of town and driving long distances. He packs up his old beloved four wheel drive and off he goes. 
This was a quick trip and he is driving home today. I told him to stay another day but he insists he needs to be back home to look after me. 
I do feel a little sad for our daughter who remains living away from family. She has her fiancee of course and his lovely family, but our girl, likes to be among her sisters too.

In other news, I finished my star quilt last week. I pieced it together last year and it sat in a basket waiting for me to be in the right mood to do it. It never happened on my own accord, but 'middle child"-(Her term not mine) Emily encouraged and supported me to tackle it. If you even need a coach this is the girl for the job. She set everything up for me so I could just park myself in the wheelchair and get quilting. It is rather a large quilt and after only a few blocks I was done I had to finish as the pain was immense. I felt ready to throw in the towel, but she wouldn't let me. In fact to help me along she faced her fear of the sewing machine and sewed some straight lines around the inner blocks. How about that? Emily has never been a 'sewer', yet to my utter joy and amazement she just sat there and did it. 

Anyhow here are a few pics. The Bloke, kindly offered to take the pics (well I asked he obliged). 

Well that's it for now, hope to write more soon.
Ciao