hand eye crafts

Of late, the heat here has been triggering brutal headaches.  As bad as some of my other headaches are, heat/dehydration headaches have always been the worst.  Now, as a public service: My therapy session was moved to today.  Since I usually go in on Fridays, I'm thinking tomorrow's Saturday.  Funny how your brain has had patterns carved into it that we don't even realize.

 I'm not a good mandala person.  They are not calming.  That's probably because my tendency is to grab markers when I color, and they aren't the best for fine spaces.  The way to go is colored pencils. Plus, I get the satisfaction of stopping occasionally to sharpen the pencils.  So satisfying.

For reasons I can't really explain, over the past several days, I have been cutting out quilt pieces.  Not specific pattern pieces, just squares and small rectangles.  If they ever get sewn together, it will be haphazard rows.  I say, "if" because most of you here know that I have always loved cutting out pieces. Eagle-eyed readers (especially those residing in the Pacific Northwest) will see that most of the material came from the generous  Twinster .   One particular piece of fabric had its manufacturer's name along one edge "Marcus Brothers."  Fortuitously, my cut landed in a perfect place. Promise I did not plan that.  Ever since, though, I've thought to myself, "Well, if you wanna make broth, first thing --- ya gotta find a good quality Marcus."

 You're sent a string of pony lights.  You unpack them, but see that the lights are held together by the most convoluted twist tie ever.  Someone was either having a bad day that day, or had been chastised for loose twist tie work. Then you sit down with what is supposed to be connected picture frames.  You have instructions (with pictures), but none --- none  --- of the frames in the instructions are the same as the frames I spent over an hour yesterday filling.  I mean, really? I even tried winging it: putting the frames together on my own.  I got exactly two  screwed together.  There are a couple of frames I can hang on their own;  they don't have the holes drilled in them.  What does Charlie Brown say?  Aaaarrrggghhh.

Not knowing about honey and cheese, I feel like a significant part of my life has been empty.  I really like both, but pairing them was ever on my radar. Luckily, there are lots --- lots  --- of websites to help me.  There's even a Cheese Professor!  I am going, though, to follow Twinnie to  Honeyville . I realized that my bead tray has the face of one of those "Mahna Mahna" Muppets: A quiet Saturday at The Chez.  Tap has slept deep.ly. all day. And snored. Maybe I need to get him one of those  magnetic nose strips  that show up in commercials roughly thirty-eight times a day. Non-sequitur time:  I continue to stand on my opinion that Publix has the best subs;  sub shops can get in line behind.  Maybe it's the bread?  Today I got a Cuban, which I generally dislike, but it is delicious.  I'm eating it slowly to make it last.

 Walking out to get the mail, I came across this perfect  maple leaf on the sidewalk.   I took time to look at it, appreciate its beauty, then thought FALL IS COMING!!!! I failed to tell you that the store Hannah and I always visit has this I've been thinking about the cheese honey.  How different is cheese honey from other honeys?  What cheese(s) go with honey?   Finally got rain today, but just plain rain.  No thunder.  This week has disappointed me all around.

  Most all the plants look good.  A lot show very good growth.   Up above, the plant that looks kind of cactusy is Opus.  (Yes, the penguin.)  In the cat, specifically the cat's back, is Stanford.  I was relieved to find a cat planter that didn't have the plant coming out of the cat's bottom. Again, air plants don't get names. The day will come, we all know, that everyone in Equine Alley will be named.  I live a rich life. Speaking of... This arrived yesterday.  How do I not find a place for this gorgeous one?  I might have to start an Alley Annex on the opposite wall. How in the world could this have happened?  I saw one print of a horse on a sofa.  Who knew there were SO many prints of animals sitting on couches? For the past three days, we've been warned about thunderstorms breaking out at night.  Nothing.  Look, weatherpeople, don't keep teasing us.