We were really excited to find the public boat ramps too. My husband and son took our boat, (dubbed "Dad's Little Dingy" by our daughter and it stuck) out for trotline crabbing for the first time. None of us had ever done it. They researched it, got the appropriate licenses and my husband built a little contraption to sit on the side of the boat to aid in pulling up the trotlines. They were successful! They nabbed a couple dozen crabs for their efforts and we steamed them up later with grilled corn on the cob drizzled in honey, cayenne and melted butter. A feast fit for us.
I've been sewing a lot. My latest activity is designing a pair of funky comfort pants made from a faded blue cotton sheet with a paisley pattern. I bought the sheet at a thrift store a couple years back. I used another pattern just as a starting point to get the general curves and distances around the hips to the legs then added extra inches since the pattern was for stretchy material and a more form fitting presence. I added a waist band, happily using the folds already sewn in on top part of the sheet and threading thick elastic through part of it for the back waist. I am almost done except for deciding if I want elastic in the ankles, harem style, or just baggy, breezy legs.
I've been reading Annie Dillard's Teaching a Stone to Talk, which has moments of serenity and also comparisons I find refreshingly honest and also bizarre between church-going behaviors and polar explorers. What will I read next? I keep buying more books than I can read. A good problem to have.
Along with getting started blogging again, I want to try my hand at writing a ten minute play for our Whooopee night at the local theater guild we joined. The group is very welcoming and fun loving. We are really excited to find this gem of a place with great people.
I started running again. Running just seems to be my zen thing. That and hiking. I started carrying my two cameras again and as luck would have it, towards the end of a hike that was right at about ten miles of total mileage for the day, I tripped and went down with my D-60 and though its not the first time, I think it's the last, at least with this particular 300mm lens. I've fallen before with it but this time I think I've really wrecked it. The camera took the brunt of my fall, the camera bag which is cushioned, probably kept me from breaking a rib. First to hit the ground was the camera lens, then camera, then camera bag, then me on top of it all. You see, I keep the camera out so I can have it ready when I see something great like a butterfly or bird or moth or deer or fox or....
These little goslings were in our yard this Spring.
