Ruta's Quilt...Final Shot

It's back from the quilter and I finished sewing on the binding yesterday. It's now in its bag waiting for Ruta to come and get it. No telling when that will be but it was part of the deal. The Red triangle quilt goes to the quilter tomorrow.

I have cleared the sewing table and put everything back where it belongs. The sewing machine is covered and has been rolled into the closet on its rolling table. The scissors, rotary cutter and seam ripper are back in their drawer and the cutting mat and rulers on top of the rolling cabinet which slides under the table. While I wait for instructions from my next commission,  I will attend to some of the other tasks that have been deferred. It seems appropriate to start a new quilt with a clean  slate sewing table.

Loni, today's Pilates teacher was well fired up by a book she was reading on breathing and the importance of breathing through the nose. As we toiled through our exercises, she kept dropping little tidbits...including  the effect of nose breathing on the vagus nerve and the resulting diminution of number of times one has to get up to pee at night, not to mention snoring. Not good news for John who has rendered his nose more or less useless for breathing by breaking it numerous times. 

I went to the bird store to buy 'clean' (no hulls) birdseed and suet containing such delicacies as mealworms, peanuts and fruit. When we started talking about fire damage, and the effect the fire around here has had on the birds, Linda, the woman who works there recommended books by Barry Lopez*. When there were fires along the Mackenzie River in Oregon where he lives, his house was saved, but his studio with all his books and manuscripts was a total loss. When people told him , '...at least your house was saved', he replied,  'yes but I lost my home....' 

We were sitting on the porch last night watching a doe, followed by two tiny spotted fawns making their way up the drainage swale between our property and the one next door. It seems very late in the year for such young babies, but the seasons seem to run into each other lately with less discernible changes between them. We keep a big galvanized tub in the field filled with water for them. We're not supposed to feed them, but they do seem to enjoy the roses planted at the bottom of the driveway where there is no deer fencing....