It's not the heat...

...it's the humidity, they say.  And it truly has been unbearably warm and sticky for at least a week.  In Vermont, a heat wave is not considered "official" until we have three 90 degree days in a row, but if it wasn't 90 out, it sure was hovering around 89 most days.  We have a heat pump which keeps it cool - sometimes too much so - downstairs, but on the second floor the air conditioner is in our guest/sewing room.  Our bedroom is cooled by a fan, which was pretty effective, but did make sleeping somewhat difficult some nights.  

Well, enough grumbling.  It's summer and very pretty outside.  All of the flowers are at their peak, and the sun has been shining a lot.  Last Friday night, we went with neighbors to a fun Gilbert & Sullivan operetta, The Gondoliers, at a little theater in the country.  We had a very nice pot luck picnic beforehand and managed to keep the bugs away for the most part.  Sunday, I had dinner with my son Chris which was a nice, cool way to catch up.

This week has been quiet, with a whole lot of reading to keep us fairly cool.  I finished How to Solve Your Own Murder which was quite complicated and fun.  I did a little sewing in the basement because our houseguest is still with us and may be here for several weeks more.  She is nice about eating whatever I concoct, and on hot days, that's mostly salads.

Today it is lovely weather - sunny and relatively cool.  We did some grocery shopping and picked up and dropped off more boxes for next week's library book sale.  Now I'm doing the laundry, catching up on online reading, and goofing off.  This afternoon, I'll head down to the basement for some more paper piecing.  I took stock of my progress with Double Date and have around 20 more blocks to make.  They're going to be set on point, so I've had to draw it out roughly on paper.   On-point settings always make me a little nervous, but I persisit!

Double Date progress

One benefit of sewing in a space that isn't my usual sewing room is that I've been confined to work on just one project at this time.  That's not my usual way, but it's my current way since Pat has been in the guest/sewing room for three weeks (but who's counting??).   Not bouncing between projects might be more efficient, but I do find myself reading more instead.  That could also be a consequence of the humidity we've been having, though.  

In the basement, I have a tub of "muslin" which contains cream backgrounds and lots of snippets of muslin-like fabrics, along with a bunch of green fat quarters.  The little Brother machine works just fine with paper piecing the 6" Jen Kingwell Double Date blocks.  Each takes about half an hour to make, so I can get three or four done in a session.  

At some point today I will get the ones I've stuck to my design wall upstairs and do a count.  I had planned to make about 49 blocks, which would be a 7 x 7 layout, but I think I might need 7 x 8 for balance.   So far, I think I have made about 36 blocks and have at least 6 more cut out.  I'll try to lay them out on the basement floor which I recently vacuumed.  It's carpeted and stayed relatively clean until I started sewing there!  

I also need to get into the room to put away some of the fabric I bought from Mary who is moving.  She closed her quilt shop about a year and a half ago and didn't want to take any excess fabric with her.  A huge hodgepodge of yardage was purchased for $50, and I plan to use most of it for backs.  There's 4 yards of a cream print of Mary, Joseph, and a donkey along with a couple yards of light green angel print.  Great for the backs of holiday table runners and tree skirts.

Independence Day

For retirees, most holidays seem to be just normal days.  Sometimes we don't even remember that they're holidays.  We don't have a lot of family to gather with, but we might just have a special meal.  Yesterday was no exception.  We grilled hamburgers and had cole slaw and chips (a treat for us).  After dinner we went downtown for a candlelight vigil with some like-minded folks including our next door neighbors.  Our friend Beth, a retired Episcopal clergyperson, said it best,

We held candles to share light in a dark time. Our unhoused neighbors — 109 folks in Barre alone — were kicked out of the hotel shelter program on July 1, on top of the budget boondoggle, and the fragility of our democratic system) and we decided candles were a good metaphor since their light is fragile (it was windy), requires tending and help from others if they go out.

Some were sad about the end of the hotel/motel program for homeless families, pointing to three people getting ready to sleep on the steps of the Good Shepherd church across the street.  Others were concerned about the signing of the "Big Beautiful Bill" (which our Congresswoman Becka Balint called the "big ugly bill").  I am concerned about the capture and incarceration of immigrants without due process, and the potential removal of naturalization from people deemed "unsuitable" American citizens.   It was a sober event, but nice to be with people who care about more than fireworks and barbecues.