Pom Pom Watchband

I had my first dip in the pool today.  We had fun floating around until the lifeguard blew his whistle and said, "Thunder and lightning." 

One of my students gave me a book titled The Doll People.  I can't put it down.  This farmer's wife was under the sofa and the farmer was on Bill's dresser.  Reunited.  Oh, by the way, the story is about dolls in a doll house and what happens when they decide to find one of the "missing" originals.  My farmer and his wife are named Jody and Tom.

 Calling all peony lovers!  Come pick some!  I only have so many vases!

Yum!  My bowl of porridge is JUST RIGHT!

 I was going to make a felt cuff into a watch band (mine was itchy) but while I was looking over my embroidery, I noticed there were some wacky buttons in the bag, too.  Do you like it?

You know, I really appreciate all the sweet comments about my "I'm not sure what to do now" feelings.  You are all very smart and very kind.
I've been working in my art journal and I'd like to show you some photos soon.  I checked out some lovely poetry books when I stopped at the library yesterday.  I am going to sew up a skirt I cut out a while back.  I'm thinking about making an apron (!) (smile.  smile. smile.) Gigi over at Firefly Cottage hung some cute bunting on her patio and then put twinkle lights outside, too.  I have paper flags all ready to become bunting.  Tonight, I'm going to watch Upstairs, Downstairs.  Oh, listen to me, going on and on about what I'm doing.  Who cares?  I'm glad you do and I certainly care about what you are up to.  I'm nosy like that.  Even if you pop by and never leave a comment, I think it is a real show of fortitude that you like to read blogs.  It's such a good sign, the interest in life and how people choose to live it.  Sometimes we may just want to hide in an old hole and not worry about others.  We wouldn't last long that way, would we?  No, we like watching people because we have big squishy hearts that can't help caring.  I find that encouraging!
Bill's in Rwanda and I miss him.  I miss praying with him, eating dinner with him, talking to him about everyday doings.  Sigh.
Oh, remember how I said that this is The Summer of the Long Walk?  Not happening.  Maybe after dinner.
Ramble. Ramble. Ramble.  Thanks for listening.