The so called monster storm is somewhere down in the New Jersey area right now but public officials here have been over reacting. Everything was cancelled today. Storm days are like mini-vacations. Or more like stepping out of time and existing inside a bubble of quiet and anticipation.
I expected power outages all day long. Indeed the lights blinked a few times but came back on. This meant I had a whole day during which I caught up on some jobs and then spent most of the afternoon working on a wall hanging made from a piece of indigo printed cotton -- hand stamped, I was told but I wasn't sure I believed it when I saw the same being offered fifty miles away another day. This was in Southern China and the design is a dragon -- a rather worm-like dragon with lots of stylized insects and fish along the sides. I did all the machine quilting I wanted on it and added some silver braid -- but must get another package. I need some ivory colored bias binding and then I can finish it in a couple of hours. I have just the place to hang it.
The actual storm should either by-pass us (which I think it will do (although there has been plenty of wind) or hit tomorrow. So I should have another day in this bubble. I have plenty of other projects to work on ... after all Christmas is coming and I have a second great-grandson who does not yet have his own quilt. And much more. If the electricity stays on.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!