Lazy Friday

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Today was sort of an apathetic day.  It was hard to get interested in anything.  Erik and I had a nice breakfast this morning...a breakfast that definitely was not on my diet.  Oh well.  Hopefully, it won't throw me too far off my losing trend.  Actually, Erik and I planned this breakfast before I started Curves, and so it seems only fair that it should take priority.  That's the excuse I'm making anyway.

I did manage to get the red birds top-stitched and the blocks all sewn together for the White Trees quilt.

Those are my toes on the left side of this image.  I suppose I shouldn't stand on my white quilt.  This quilt has four borders, but I'm saving those for another day.   

Right now, I have so many quilts on the "almost" side of finished, that I'm sort of holding off on them until I get the tops-that-need-quilting quilted.  I have two of those lined up, and I have another top that I'll be finishing up very soon.  I'm not bothered by almost-finished projects.  However, when the tops-that-need- quilting start piling up, then I start getting all weird, nervous, and thirsty about it.  I'm not sure what makes the difference, but it doesn't really matter.  

That was pretty much the whole day around here.  The weather has turned nice, and the sun came out this afternoon.  We have sun in our forecast for the next five days, and temperatures in the 50's, which is downright balmy for a February in Oregon.  Look at how pretty the mountains were when I looked out just now.

That's Mt. Rainier on the left and Mt. St. Helens on the right.  We've lived in this house nearly 11 years, and the mountains still never fail to take my breath away.

With the weather warmed up a little, Mike and I are going to tackle the greenhouse this weekend, which I won't bother describing to you.  It is too horrible to contemplate, and much too gruesome to describe.  I'm talking about the last of the tomatoes, never harvested, that have fallen on the ground and turned into furry, grey blobs.  (Oops.  There I go describing it.  Cover your eyes if it's too much to bear.)  I pulled out my sword for protection and opened the door yesterday just out of curiosity.  The vines have died and turned to stiff brown sticks.  When I saw the furry remains of the tomatoes, I quickly shut the door, fearing for my safety.

Yesterday I ordered some seeds, and I'm planning to get my tomato starts going inside the house as soon as they arrive.  I'll sprout them in the laundry room where there is good light, and when it's warm enough, come April or May, I'll move them out to the greenhouse.  It is always a hopeful time of the year when I can start thinking about sprouting next summer's tomato plants and dreaming of the next harvest.