Sweet September - where it's still above 90 degrees and there is a hurricane taking aim at us.
I have a childhood memory of September hurricane in New Hampshire. I think I may have been in first grade even. They released us early from school telling us there was a hurricane coming. (What? huh? I think some older kids walking home with me and my first grade new to school friends explained about hurricanes to us.) I walked home (Yes, it was over a mile. Uphill. Both ways.) Found the hidden key and let myself in. Wondered where my older sister was. I think this was the first time ever I was home alone in the house. Then my grampa called to see if we were home and safe and he must have known I was scared. And he stayed on the phone talking with me until I wasn't alone any more. I don't know exactly how he knew to call our house at that moment, but I was extremely thankful.
Here's hoping Earl stays far out in the Atlantic.
Last night I went to Tuesday night group stitching because DH wasn't feeling his best - he even took a sick day yesterday and lounged around like the cat. I finished all my nun stitching on Echoes of Elizabeth. The inside pieces only take an evening. Now it's on to over one stitching on congress cloth.
And I made serious progress on my mystery friendship piece yesterday. It's all graphed out and now I get to adjust my colors as I go to best make this work.
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I think I remember that. My mother, aunt, sister, cousins, and I were in my mother's bedroom (the second tv was there) and we were watching the news. They said the sky might turn yellow, and as if they had it on command, the sky turned yellow. I was pretty freaked but that's because my mother even overreacted to thunderstorms. (We'd have to sit in the middle of the living room with all the electrical items unplugged. Sheesh!)
I've been meaning to thank you for your NH beach header. It's Wallis Sands, isn't it? It cools me down here in FL just to look at it. Missing NH summers....
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