Finished! The maniturgium I blogged about last week is done, in plenty of time to put in the mail to the Father-to-be. I finished the embroidery on Wednesday night, ironed it late into the night (and ironed and ironed…), and then sewed it up. In the end, it was a fun project and I was pleased with how it turned out. It made me want to do more embroidery, once I clear some other things off my craft docket. It was also the last thing on my to-do list that had a real deadline, so now I can focus on some more open-ended projects like decluttering and a long-standing knitting project.
In the space of a week, the weather went from “chilly spring” to “crank the AC.” Between that and some rapid clothing-size changes for Maddy and I (in opposite directions, thankfully), we're doing a lot of wardrobe shifting. Maddy and I walked our package to the post office yesterday, and it was a warm trek. Naturally, she took a much-needed nap on the way there, so I was loath to go home and wake her up. We stopped for an iced coffee, and then continued on to the library. It was a good 2-mile stretch of the legs for me, and a good nap for her, but the heat had pretty well fused us together by the time we got home.
We also walked past a rummage sale where this was for sale. Any guesses as to what it is? It was about 3-4″ high, and pretty heavy. A bookend for very small books? I didn't get it, so the question is totally theoretical.
Speaking of mysterious religious goods: I've gotten some unsolicited and not entirely welcome things in the mail lately. Somehow, I ended up on the mailing lists of random Catholic non-profits who fundraise by sending “gifts” in the mail. When I was a kid, they just sent things like address labels and greeting cards – things we had no qualms about throwing away. The envelope I got a few weeks ago raised the stakes: it contained a relic of Padre Pio. The letter didn't identify what class or kind of relic, so our guess is that it was once touched to something that was touched to something from Pietrelcina. Regardless, it seems highly sketchy to mail an unsolicited relic (or “relic”) to a large mailing list. We're a little stumped on what to do with it, since we can't really get rid of it but don't have a place to put it.
My favorite time of the day has become the three minutes in the evening when the light comes through the windows and illuminates the Pieta on the bookshelf. It usually coincides with the evening Baby Meltdown, and it's a nice reminder to take a quiet minute to myself.
Maddy and I got outside this afternoon to do a little gardening. We planted some basil and mixed in some California Poppy seeds (“drought-resistant” means “hard to kill,” right?). We'll get some Morning Glories in the ground tomorrow. Last summer's garden suffered a mortal blow at the hands of morning sickness and exhaustion, and I'm hoping for better this year. Now that the garden is planted, it might be time to take down the Christmas lights.
Finally, your weekly installment of “Only a Grandmother Will Watch,” with love from Maddy.
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