Yikes!

I reached for my usual wine glass in the cupboard, and didn't realize until I set it on the counter to pour myself a glass that it was already occupied.  I am not particularly freaked out by spiders; in fact I admire their industry and web building expertise, but I would prefer them to keep it outside. I hate walking into a spider web in the house, and  seeing them hanging from the light fixtures is not exactly a glowing testament to my housekeeping. I confess to letting out a small a shriek when I spotted this one lurking in the bottom of my glass. She was escorted outside, but not before I captured her for posterity.

Sheresse, who teaches my Wednesday Pilates class, commented today that we should have fun in class because it would have to last us for  two more days before the weekend. I see it a bit differently...I see Wednesday as the dividing line between long difficult days and days that go quickly and feel more fun. This has nothing to do with what is happening on those days, and since we are retired and can do more or less whatever we want, whenever we want, shouldn't make one weekday much different than the next. It is probably a holdover from many years of school and work, but it is curious....When our kids were in school, I could hear the school bus shifting through the gears as it drove off after dropping them off around the corner at 3pm. I still tend to be home by 3pm even though even those children's own children no longer take the school bus. Some ingrained habits seem firmly embedded somewhere in the unconscious. 

After class I nipped up to the fabric store to get the backing fabric for the quilt. As I passed through one intersection I used to call the 'Bermuda Triangle' because of how  lost I used to get there, inevitably taking a wrong turn and winding up in some unfamiliar neighborhood where I had no idea where I was.  It seemed perfectly straightforward today after ten years of driving around town and learning how to connect the dots. I even knew the shortcut to the scenic route home, so I could avoid a complicated freeway interchange. I don't know why I trust my own instincts more than the sat nav, especially since my sense of direction is notoriously non-existent, but time and trial seems to be more effective for me. 
 
Once home, I had fun making little rosette centers for the quilt flowers, and securing them with buttons from my grandmother's button box Even after collecting extra buttons myself, I think this might be one of the few times I have actually found a use for them, old or new.

RIP Tina Turner, one of the greatest entertainers ever. A woman who showed other women how to strive for success on their own terms.