My DH took these photos of the bald eagle yesterday, while I was out visiting the Doctor. The eagle possibly looks better than I do.
Good news, though. I have a diagnosis (bronchitis) and some antibiotics, so I should be feeling better in a few days. When I called the Doctor's office Monday, I actually looked at the calendar and counted how long I've been sick. I was shocked when I realized it's been 7 weeks. *sigh* No wonder I'm tired of it!
The ducks that live on our pond were scarce yesterday. No one was taking any chances with that hungry eagle flying around. But apparently the one seagull that comes here in the winter was chasing the eagle in the air. This crazy seagull comes to visit when the diving ducks come in the winter. He harasses them and tries to take the fish that the ducks catch. When the diving ducks leave, the seagull goes back to the grocery store parking lot where the rest of his relatives live.
I finally pulled out my poor neglected Gee's Bend-ish corduroy quilt made for National Corduroy Day back on 11-11-11. *blush* You can read about the making of it here. I think it's "marinated" long enough and it's time to get serious about finishing this. I'm tying this with black Perle cotton, and it's tedious and boring.
|one block finished|
Last time I was working on this, I was putting it on the kitchen counter to tie it, (it's the right height for me to work at), but I got tired of standing. So, for the Super Bowl, I pulled out the card table and started using that, so I can tie while seated in my chair. It's working!
I've decided to spend at least half an hour a day working on this, and I'm starting to see progress! I haven't gotten to this every single day, but I do more days than not, and I'm happy with that. I haven't trimmed any threads yet. I'm waiting until I'm done, mostly because I haven't decided how long I want them to be.
|The smug cat|
Dunkel found himself a cozy spot the other evening. He found the quilt I'd been using and decided he was claiming it. Oh dear, I'm a little embarrassed for him. It's not a very flattering shot. He's gotten quite portly, hasn't he? Poor baby. I won't tell him if you won't.