Monday, August 12, 2019

My holiday is over. Pat and I both came back to Powell River this morning. Although I’m not completely unpacked I managed to find and pack enough projects to take to sewing tomorrow. I made a collection call on behalf of the Hall (never a fun conversation), got a package sent off in the mail, did a drop at the thrift store and stopped at the recycle depot. We also got our garbage and recycle bins out to the curb to be picked up. Pat made a run to the bottle depot and shopped for some badly-needed groceries.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time on Texada, although I didn’t get as much accomplished as I thought I would – but then I seldom do. There were no long afternoons in the hammock – the sun didn’t cooperate as much as I would have liked – but I managed to get quite a bit of reading done. Some of that reading was proofing Pat’s manuscript; it was easier to read from the book than it was to read online.

I did some quilting but most of my workshop time was spent sandwiching quilts. I’m amazed at how many quilt tops were done and waiting for this step. I have three finishes that I will get up on the website tomorrow. I also worked on some cross stitch, my knitting, and my embroidery. No wonder I didn’t want to come back.

I will eventually adjust. The mornings will be filled with cars, trucks and buses making their way up the hill rather than the call of the loons. The evenings will be filled with people walking up the hill from the bar or down the hill from Seven-Eleven rather than the hoot of the owls.