Soup of the evening

supper break saw George coming upstairs to the meeting/conference/ballroom to invite me across the street for supper. There is an “Irish” pub. Looking at their menu – there were equal offers of fancy drinks, wines, whiskey, and beer. Says tourist pub to me. But anyway. The soup, served with fresh, in house baked bread was excellent. Then I went back to the stitching room.

With the insanity of the “Smalls exchange” aside,  the day was lovely with about the expected noise level. I made a few rounds to see everyone else’s projects. I didn’t pick up anything from the freebie table plus everything I brought found a new home. After stitching another peacock on my InkCircles project I decided to pull out the May mini-village and get that underway.

Tomorrow we finish early (about 1100) and will hit the round back toward California. The one thing I will do is avoid Portland on the drive home….

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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