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.