So, Sandy has come and gone, and she appears to have been erratic in her behavior. In the days leading up to the storm, Joe and I were hopeful that all of the commotion was simply what we refer to as "media hype." We were mistaken. However, we were fortunate. We did not lose our electrical power, and we had no damage. There is a bit of messy yard debris, but that is the extent of it. The storm was whimsical Near Philadelphia; my sister who lives less than a mile away lost her power sometime Monday night and still has no return. Small pockets in our town are dark. As one drives around, there is the occasional uprooted tree. The public schools in our township are closed, today for the third consecutive day.
My own school was closed on Monday and Tuesday. On Monday I roasted a butternut squash and made a delicious soup that we had for lunch both days. I also made a huge pot of ham and bean soup. We had had the floor of our guest room refinished, and spent some time on Tuesday wiping down the walls, laundering the curtains and dust ruffle and doing a general purge. We threw away a lot of things that were stored in that room for no particular reason. It looks spiffy and nice.
I had been away for the weekend, sewing with eight close friends at White Oak. We had our usual marvelous time with late-night stitching, delicious and abundant food, consultations and critiques everywhere, and lots and lots of laughter.
So in addition to the souping and cleaning, I simply continued in retreat mode and machined the binding on several quilts and worked on piecing a quilt for a baby boy.
I finished binding one small project and will try to get a photo up tomorrow.