Rachel and I drove from Denver to Seattle in three days. Wyoming and Montana are gorgeous. And the speed limit is 80, people. However, at a gas station stop in Wyoming, the sign on the door read, "Welcome to Wyoming. We all carry guns here". Gulp.
We saw buffalo, antelope and a (dead) mountain lion in the road. We stayed in Spokane on our last night and the city has built the prettiest sculpture park around the river that runs through the center of town. We read to each other, played music, ate junk food and went to bed after sitting in the hotel hot tub. Plus, I met her mother and her brothers. Somehow, when you meet the family, it rounds out what you know about someone. While we were driving, my brother called so I put him on speaker phone and she got to 'meet' him too.
We were driving a newish car that she has inherited from her grandma who died recently. And this grandma was a hoarder, oh dear. I even got a handmade quilt that came from a stack in the basement.
My daughter recently sent me a few quilts I made years ago. They are not exactly tattered, just well worn. I don't think they're worth fixing. She also sent me the christening gown my mother put each of us in when we were baptized.
The lace is handmade and soooo tiny. Nope, beyond me.
Fall is here, the days are shorter and darker. Rain has arrived. Births and deaths, all in the great cycle of life, as Maude from Harold and Maude would say.
3 comments:
The mountains and the christening dress are both so beautiful and that lace, yes, beyond me as well, but somebody took the time to carefully make it. It would have taken hours and hours and hours. I'm beginning to realize what homemade means, it means, I care, I love you, you are important to me.
Wait- who is Rachel? What did I miss?
That gown is a work of art.
Lilycedar-exactly why my mom saved it.
Mary dear-Rachel is a dear friend who is MUCH YOUNGER than me. We met when we were teaching meditation classes together.
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