Why is the man sleeping at 7:15pm, you ask? Long story, made short (or maybe not so much) - we met some friends last night with their kids to do a summer family coon hunt. The moon was bright and the weather was going to be pleasant. We all enjoy coon hunting (even though it's not often that we get to go as a family, it's mostly a man thing.) Plus, we ladies thought it would be a nice quick trip...we were going close to home, so we would be back at a decent hour. Not so, friends, not so.
We park and make our way through the field and to the corner. Big Boss is off, leaving Banjo and Daisy to wait their turn. We wait a little. Then, they go next, but Dais returns and hovers. On the GPS, Boss is off and headed for the river, then the road. Eventually, we find ourselves back in the trucks and parking on the side of a back road, trekking into the wild again. We hike up and down the mountain and over large streams, through the briars and spider webs until we finally catch up to them. We let Dais go again and she's off with the big boys huntin coons, or so we think. Banjo comes back smelling some kinda bad! It's obvious he hasn't treed a coon, but a schmelly-welly skunk. At this point, it's decided, we're callin it a night. Banjo rolls and scruffs himself in the field the entire time we're walking and the smell burns our noses and throats. You can taste skunk in your mouth. On the other hand, we now have to find our way to the trucks. Thankful for C's GPS, (that also tracks the dogs' collars, yes, it is quite fancy and exciting, even if it is a boy toy!) we find our way out of the woods, but not before being stalked by some donkeys who are not in the least bit pleased that we are trespassing in their field. They hee-haw their necks off for a few minutes until we find a fence to jump. The kids are petrified and crying due to the crazed donkey scene and C gives them his best karate kick. Which neither scares nor comes close to touching the insane donkey trio, it's just an act to frighten them off. Safe and sound, we were hoofin' it on the pavement back to the trucks again. We walk a total of 3 miles, even the munchkins! We finally arrive home around midnight, give the kids and ourselves baths and hit the hay around 12:45.
This morning was the normal routine. Sunday school. We skipped church service and had lunch out because C would be leaving after lunchtime for the airport. Then, knowing they needed a catch-up, I told the natives it was time for a teensy, weensy nap. Needless to say, that did not go over well and they never actually fell asleep. I take that back, K did, but then the man woke her up. Next, Nana came over to save the day and surprise us with some dinner. We did the usual. Tour the flowers, garden, chickens, played with the dogs, and decided we would watch a movie. That all went pretty well, but the man was now fit to be tied and got himself in a bit of trouble that landed him in his room for a timeout where he cried his little eyes to sleep in two minutes. That, is why he is sleeping at this time a'day or night, rather. I'm praying he'll make it til morning without waking.
OK, now, onto some fun sewing stuff. While the natives were supposed to be napping, I was working on this from foofanagle...
One of K's friends has a birthday coming up next weekend and we're thinking of making her a couple of these, accompanying some matching tank tops. The instructions are so simple and there's even a template.
I finally completed beading on the quilted table runner and it now looks like this...
Just a little beading here and a little beading there...
And then, there's this stack of fabric that I have BIG plans for.
I think it's gonna take a bit to complete this and I'm not yet saying just what that is.
