I joined a neighborhood "Biggest Loser" group. I haven't lost a single pound this year. I have to say that I haven't been as committed as I should be if I want to lose. I don't think it is my eating, but my inactivity that is the problem. My rear end is spreading to look like a negative impression of our huge office chairs.
Lots of quilting going on here. I am learning different ways to stitch feathers. On my "Bull in a China Closet" quilt (play on the pattern name: Broken Dishes, and my astrological sign: Taurus, and what a mess I can make out of a perfectly good quilt pattern) I have tried a few different techniques to see which one I like best. Maybe it depends on fabric, thread, thickness, size and many other factors. I am still such an infant quilter.
This is the center of the next one I am going to piece. Our Quilt Guild chose the Delectable Mountains pattern for a block of the month this year. I am going to put my "mountains" around this centerpiece.I have enjoyed some time with a few of our grandchildren as well.
Grandson #4 helped me with lots of heavy housework. One project was putting up these shelves. We also made Spaghetti from scratch, using the new noodle cutter.
When Grandson #3 visited he taught me how to play NinjaGo, we ate 5 Guy Burgers - twice. We rode bikes around the neighborhood, and much more.
Grandson #6's turn for Grandma Time. We had brunch at Arctic Circle and went shopping.
Granddaughter #2 was next. We were lucky enough that it snowed enough for us to go sledding. She went down the hill at least twice for every time I made it down (and then up again). We played beauty parlor and I still have polish on my nails. I baked a cake that she decorated all by herself for her brother's Arrow of Light award presentation that night.
When I am not playing or sewing I am doing genealogical research for friends and neighbors. With my subscription to ancestry.com and my serving in the Family History Library, I have a lot of resources that most do not so I can't help myself. Although I really need to get back to my own family before long. Missions don't last forever and I may not be able to afford ancestry someday.
So, what are Granny's Hands doing?
Today they dreaming about a day in the near future when I can walk out to the garden area and poke some peas into the mud. They are cyber visiting with grandchildren who are not close enough for sleep-overs, they are holding sacred words as I read, and writing memories before they fade and finding "dear ones we call dead, but who, indeed, as spirits live, they've only gone ahead."
