Daily Archives: April 8, 2010

A morning in the tropics

Vacationing at home is often the best way to relax. But by today, I felt the need to get out. So much for focusing on the sewing projects…all in good time. But since I woke up to rain, my mind suddenly focused on my favorite form of getting wet — swimming. And pool running. I felt the call of the Findlay YMCA.

The husband agreed to tag along — not to swim, of course. He and the dog dropped me off at the Y and hightailed it for some office supply store. Actually, Ike didn’t have a choice. He can’t swim. Or won’t. He also can’t go inside the store, so he sat patiently in the car, snoozing with his purple stuffingless bear.

So while the boys were off doing their thing, I pretended to be in one of my favorite places — on the back river beach of Tybee Island, GA., swimming in the salty ocean water, watching the dolphins. Actually, it was quite a stretch to imagine all of this, because technically I was in a chlorinated pool with no beach, pool running to the soundtrack of Dr. Zhivago. It’s hard to imagine dolphins chattering in the distance when Omar Sharif and Julie Christie are canoodling to a rather wobbly version of “Somewhere My Love.”

But I tried. And pretty soon the heat of the water and humid air transported me to the quiet of my little island beach. Just as I was about to hop in a kayak and tool out to the dolphins, thousands of chattering little voices broke my reverie. Well, at least 20. But you get the picture. My time in the tropics was up. Not yet ready to decamp for the chilly wet of the outdoors, I traded the warm water for the much cooler — but much more peaceful — lap pool.

This was a challenge — and a win, of sorts — for me. Not having swam since last September, I was skeptical about my ability to do the crawl thanks to the bum shoulder with only about 30% rotation. Hmmmmm….somewhere along the way, I’d regained enough strength and rotation to manage a very awkward, gawky crawl. At least my kick is still strong. Doesn’t that count for something? Whatever, it’s enough for me to have spent an hour in the water.

So…I am truly on vacation. I have been to the tropics, albeit technologically and chemically created, but for now it’ll have to do.

And now…those darn sewing projects are beckoning.

Projects on the horizon

Spent half of today grading papers. Maybe more than half. But that’s okay — it was interesting stuff and I’m done until the next round arrives.

What this means is that I can spend tomorrow doing whatever I want. And…what I want is to sew. There are a bunch of little projects awaiting me, but the one I really want to get done is the butterfly chair cover. This chair is an antique of sorts, but technically probably just vintage. My parents bought it in the late 60s for Dad’s study. It got a lot of use because it was right next to the fireplace — one of those upside-down cone-shaped things in a bright orange.

Somewhere along the way, it found its way to my apartments, then houses and spent a few years in Athens, Ohio and Madison, WI. It’s back now and about to have its fourth cover. Four of those canvas slings in 40 years — not a bad record, eh? It’s gone from black to black to light blue and now sort of a light limey green. The pieces have been cut for a few months, which means it’s time to sew it together.

So that’s on the agenda tomorrow. I love fixing things — things that have to be sewn. Not carpentered. Although if I knew how to do any kind of building, I’d probably fix all sorts of things. Besides the chair cover? A pair of Eric’s favorite jeans with a rip down the leg. I’ve already warned him — these will NOT look like new. They will be wearable, but I’m not a magician.

Then there’s Anne and Nick’s quilt from Gma P — needs a casing so that it can be hung in their new apartment. And a baby sling for my pregnant friend — if I can figure out how to make it. I refuse to buy a pattern — instead, I printed directions off the Internet.

And when all that is done…hmmm….dog coats, but with temps the way they’ve been lately, I don’t think any of the dogs will be needing them for a long time. So instead…beats me. I’ll think of something.

Maybe this time I’ll take some photos so my SIL who has the best blog with the best photos and my bro, who just posted photos of his greenhouse projects, will know that I’m not idling away out here in the great Midwest.

I’ll let you know tomorrow night.