tornado-back-litA section of the Global Warming quilt backlit reveals layering that won’t necessarily be visible when the quilt is hung on a wall. I like to know the layers are there anyway. I am surprised and pleased by how much the stitching is making the piece cohere — even with all that pattern and color.
Once back home from the Cape, I took advantage of the boys’ absence to really clean their rooms. An earwig invasion in C’s room (above) further inspired action. When I cleared out the basement freezer in order to be able to freeze one of D’s pillows, look at what a prize awaited me!! Freezing, by the way, kills dust mites and their eggs (which D may or may not be allergic to).
freeze-clean-outI discovered during our brief but idyllic sojourn on the Cape that I truly need quiet. It’s not something I’m cooking up. And it’s a real thing, quiet. I thought maybe I was just turning into that cranky old lady who screams at the neighbor-kids to get out of her flowerbeds (and I may be), but I am thinking about it all differently, now. Being away in such a beautiful AND QUIET place was a gift.

The second gift was discovering upon our return that our road (which the city had been threatening to grind and pave for weeks) was ground and paved in our absence. Oh my goodness, this almost gave me religion.
hammock“How much can you need quiet if you sullied it with cellphone talk?!” you ask. Well, it was a quick call to one of the boys, and the only spoken communique during the whole week, so I won’t make excuses for myself — or did I just?

Jack is panting harder today, but continues to eat well and relish his treats.

7 thoughts on “tornadoes and quiet

  1. Joe Madl

    so glad you had a quiet moment! i love these as well…though, of late, i seem to have too much quiet and am now longing for human chatter. guess it’s true: the grass is always greener!

  2. deb

    Oh. the beautifu quiet. I know what it is. I can smell it and feel it but I am walled off from it by a barbed wire of high pitched engine sounds in my head. Pet the quiet for me. Love and appreciate it.

  3. deedeemallon

    our town gets emptied out for the summer, and the children that play at the abutting school are gone for the break (though the playground sounds don’t rank among those that bother me), so it is actually more quiet here than usual… and if the AC is on (which, my god, these days it sure is), there’s that insulation from noise, too…. so it’s good this week. It’s good.

  4. handstories

    That’s great, seeing all of those layers, whether they’re visible in the end or not. A friend once told me “in the absence of silence, silence is a song”. I crave it most days & we’re all sorry if I don’t get a bit of it regularly.

  5. deedeemallon

    Cindy… profound and funny at the same time! Solitude AND silence… that’s the winning combination. It is like food.


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