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and it wasn’t mine.  Well, I did have one, eons and eons ago, but I digress.  Trevor, Bill’s grandson, turned 4 on the 16th and his party was Sunday.  We traveled to Minot, about 1 1/2 hours north, to his grandma’s house, which just happens to be across the street from his house.  There were grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles, hanburgers and hotdogs, chips, salads, soda, wine and of course, CAKE AND ICE CREAM!  Everyone had a good time and he got lots of fun stuff and a few clothes (not much fun when you’re 4, but necessary).  His dad, Scott, got him a set of golf clubs and he has a pretty good swing.  We enjoyed seeing him and look forward to the next time he comes to stay overnight.

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trevor-037Can you tell that there was REALLLLY blue frosting?

Not much sewing getting done since I’ve been on vacation, then dogsitting.  Tomorrow I’m going home and I’m gonna sew, no matter what else needs to be done, like laundry, cleaning, ironing and sew on.

On another note, there was a showing on my condo Saturday evening.  The report I received today was that all the comments were positive.  They liked the improvements I had made and thought it showed very well.  the “lookers” are trying to decide between my condo and something new.  Keep your fingers crossed, please.

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I spent today working on my Project Improv charity blocks.  I love the idea of not having to follow directions but found it kind of difficult for me without directions.  It’s a catch 22.  Anyway, here’s my blocks…

Improv Block #1

Improv Block #1

Improv Block #2

Improv Block #2

I like Block #2 better.  Maybe I’m getting the hang of it.

I will send these blocks to Jacquie at Project Improv.  Maybe one day I’ll have an entire improv quilt as nice as this one.   Now to start something else improvisational.  It will probably be the FM quilt for Ella.

Bill and I picked Trevor up on Sunday and returned him on Monday night.  He is nearly 4 and quite a ball of energy.  Bill made him a toybox and we spent some time painting it.  Trevor wanted RED.

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Yesterday Bill spent a lot of time cleaning up more darn snow.  ENOUGH!  We did a little sledding with Trevor.  Actually, I did some sledding while Bill did some walking up and down the slope.  I also managed to lose one leather mitten that I have owned for about 30 years.  They are were the best mittens I have ever worn, always keeping my hands warm and dry.  I doubt that I can afford to purchase leather mittens anymore.

one lonely mitten

one lonely mitten

If anyone finds my mitten, send it home, please.

I’m gonna try to finish assembliing the FM blocks tonight.

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Finally, summer seems to have arrived and I took full advantage of it this weekend. Although Saturday started overcast, Bill decided we would travel 35 miles north to look for sunnier weather. We spent the better part of the day at Two Lights State Park in Cape Elizabeth. It is an incredible area with a rocky “beach”, lots of picnic tables snuggled into coves of trees, a walking path, beautiful ocean views, new restrooms (always a plus) and much more. All this for only $3/person. We parked our chairs in the “usual” spot overlooking the water and just chilled out for the day. We left in time to go to Brian’s “birthday party” at 5:30.

Scott and Trevor met us in Portland and we went to the Portland Seadogs baseball game which started at 1:00. It wasn’t a good day for the Seadogs; they lost 9-2. At least, that was the score when we left at 4:30 in the 8th inning. It was a very slow game. Trevor is 3 and he was well behaved all afternoon. He finally crashed at one point and took a nap for 2 or 3 innings. He slept on my lap until my legs started to go numb and I transferred him to Scott. It was very sunny and warm all afternoon. After leaving the stadium we walked to Margaritas and the four of us had dinner.

When we arrived home Bill and I sat outside on the deck and watched the Red Sox on the TV in the glass room. It was a delightful evening and the bugs weren’t intolerable.

On Tuesday the temp was forecast to be near 90 with high humidity. We headed out early and drove to Drakes Island beach, hoping that we were early enough to find a parking space. Much to our surprise, the lot was not even half full. We carried everything we had with us on the first trip and walked past the majority of the crowd to a less occupied area where we set up our umbrella, chairs, towels, etc. There was a strong breeze off the water which kept the temp tolerable. We went for a walk down the beach to the river and back, maybe 2 1/2 miles. We had packed a good lunch which was especially tasty after our walk. We didn’t leave until nearly 5:30 because we didn’t feel like it an we didn’t have to be anywhere. (Actually, I did blow off yoga in order to hang out at the beach longer. )

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I read something the other day which stated that in my lifetime I would never see Easter Sunday come this early in the year again and that only those living, that were aged 95 years and older, have ever seen it this early before. That struck me for some reason; to realize that this was in fact a “once in a lifetime” occurance.

It also got me to thinking about Easters when I was growing up. I must admit that I don’t remember much about my childhood Easters. I suspect that we got together with my mother’s parents or other family friends, to have a meal. I remember the smell of Saffron Bread that my grandma used to make, not just for Easter. It was much like fruitcake but very light and yellow; the color came from the saffron. She never used a recipe but in her later years my mom took notes from her about how to make the bread. Unfortunately, like others of her generation, it was “a pinch of this” and “a handful of that”. Needless to say, the bread never came out the same; plus, it’s very difficult and expensive to buy saffron. On top of that, I think she used English saffron which is more difficult to locate.

I have found several photos of my sister and I dressed up in our Easter Sunday best…new dresses, cute hats, carrying our baskets. I suspect that my mom drove us to Sunday School and picked us up at the end of the service. She was very good about that, but I don’t remember her actually joining us in church.

I know that Easter used to be about the resurrection of Christ but I also know that it became about the Easter Bunny and colored eggs and baskets full of “stuff”. I loved this holiday when the kids were small. I never bought the pre-packaged baskets wrapped in cellophane and full of junk. I always enjoyed finding my own baskets and stuffing them full of my own junk! I tried to make each basket special and about the child, Wendy or Greg, that would wake up in the morning and find it. I would find all sorts of “special” things for the kids…stuffed animals, books, designer pencils and erasers, eggs filled with kisses or chocolate eggs or even $$$$. I actually continued the tradition even after they had both graduated and gone to college. Of course, the junk got more and more expensive. Finally, about the time Greg reached 30 and lived in another state and we didn’t always see each other on the holiday, I decided it was time to give it up. I felt kind of empty for the next couple of years with no baskets for the kids. Wendy still lives in the area but she seems to take the lack of a basket gracefully.

I’m not sure how the tradition started, maybe because the kids slept upstairs, but I would (I mean the EB would) leave a trail of jelly beans from their bedroom doors to their baskets, which were downstairs. That meant that on the night before Easter, the two dogs had to spend the night locked up so they couldn’t eat up all the candy during the night.

We always colored eggs, too. Living in Maine, the only time we could find white eggs was for Easter. At first, the colors were plain and simple but as time went on, they became more and more decorative and elaborate. First, there was the wax that made a design once the eggs were colored. Then came glitter and colors that swirled around the eggs. There was also some kind of punch-out costumes. Of course, it never failed, a dozen eggs were hidden but only eleven were found.

This was my 58th Easter Sunday and it was a good one. We prepared dinner at Bill’s house…spiral ham, sweet potatoes and green beans. My daughter, Wendy and her boyfriend, Dan came. They brought deviled eggs and a wonderful chocolate cheesecake with fresh strawberries and a strawberry sauce. Both of Bill’s boys came, Kris and Scott. The big surprise was that Bill’s grandson, Trevor, came also. He will be 3 in April. We didn’t know he was coming so we didn’t get to have a basket or hide eggs but that didn’t matter. It was just special that we were all together. After dinner we played Wii and everyone had a good time.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and it was warm in the glass room. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the wind had died down. It’s a mystery how many more Easter Sundays we will enjoy but we know, this was a “once in a lifetime” occurance in more ways than one.

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