my feet flew like eagles
my heart knew no boundaries
my spirit dreamed that the trail would never end
~from an email signature of another runner on the trail running list
we survived the earthquake and the hurricane. the weekend of the latter turned out to be an excellent time to get the sewing machine working, so many months after its arrival. i turned a pair of women's size 24 calf-length linen pants into a skirt that fit me (many sizes smaller). i need to pick up some backing to put a few embroidery touches on the front.
we also survived the baltimore grand prix...by escaping to shenandoah national park for a couple nights of camping. it is beautiful there! we hiked and ran, made smores, learned about the history of the park and even got to spend a few moments reading in the rocking chairs at one of the lodges. we arrived home to only have to put up with 24 hours of indy cars racing past our street.
on labor day, we labored. we went through those bags and boxes that weren't unpacked and had all the random odds, ends and papers tossed in them. we cleaned. i mended, baked, read and stretched. my next project is to make a braided rug for our living room. hopefully i will be able to take pictures though as i lost my camera in colorado!
