Why everyone should own a seam ripper

even if you don't sew. Someday it will come in handy. I promise. As long as you are taking my advice, here is another one: Measure twice, cut once. And before you measure twice, measure once. That was the step I forgot.

Remember this quilt?

The first thing Alex said when I showed him was "Is the top wider than the bottom?" By gum, he was right! To the tune of 2 inches! Yes, I am an awesome quilter. 

So I had to decide if I was going to fix it. I was worried it was going to take a lot of work. If it had been the second thing Alex had said, I probably wouldn't have fixed it and just given it to someone I didn't like. But seeing how it was the first thing out of his mouth, I knew I would never appreciate the quilt if I didn't attempt a redo. 

So I did. As soon as I got home from the fair. 

First place Southdown ewe. She is loooong. I like livestock shows because it takes me back to my 4-H days.

Alice is super cute. No comment on the sign. 

The famous butter cow. 

Here is the new and improved version of the quilt.

I know, you can't really tell.

Here is a side by side.

If you don't want to end up like me, measure before finishing your quilt.

Thank you.

Huzzah

I own a bicycle flat repair kit and a small tire pump. I carry it with me on my bike commutes because if I didn't have it with me, I would get a flat, right?

A couple weeks ago a young man stopped by the clinic on his bike and when he went to leave, his tire was flat. We weren't all that busy at the time so I pulled out my repair kit thinking "awesome! A chance to serve someone and experiment on someone else's bike!" I thought we had fixed the thing and I was bragging about it later until one of the front desk staff said something like "yeah, he showed up five minutes later wanting to use the phone." That was the first flat tire I had ever attempted to repair.

You can imagine my dread when I went to leave work today and my back tire was flat!! Alex had a meeting or I would have made him come rescue me. Everyone else at work was gone. I had no choice but to fix or be fixed.

So, in record breaking time (50 minutes), I repaired the flat and it actually lasted me until I got home! This is the triumph of my day.

FYI there is a nasty defect in my tire where a whole area about 1x3 cm is worn away almost to nothing and a little thread is poking out. And the tire curves the wrong way. Not good. And I am not sure when I will be riding my bike again. In all honesty, I should have caught it before it got to this point. Now maybe I will take more seriously the advice to look over your bike on a regular basis.

Not a great picture, but you get the idea.

As an aside, because I biked home an hour later than normal, I got to see a beautiful sunset. I also swallowed about 50 dusky bugs.

I love Thursdays

I don't have to go to work on Thursdays. It is the awesomest thing in the world. I have 26 hours of work Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday before my day off on Thursday and I have found myself recently counting down to 1:00 pm Tuesday, which is halfway to Thursday.

So what do I do on my days off? A better question would be: why do they go by three times as fast as any other day?!?

Today I finished a quilting project I have been working on for a while. It was originally going to be a baby quilt but I think you will all agree with me that it would not make a fabulous baby quilt unless the baby loved to read or chew on books.

Maybe we will hang it on the wall.

We got about five minutes of rain today. That is the most rain we have had for about 2 weeks. One upside of the drought is I have gotten a lot of biking in. No worries of being rained out pretty much the whole summer. Here is what my biking chart looks like:

That is compared to a couple months ago:

And for you observant people out there

there are four additional squares. I had to add them after I bought some biking shorts and figured I should "pay off" those as well. Biking shorts are not cheap!!

The Year of the Peach

Part I. Our peach tree had a very bad year. Right as the gobs and gobs of peaches were ripening, this had to happen:

A split down the trunk right at the V where the two main branches diverged and the trunk bore the most strain. This was our fault - we could have pruned better, shaped the tree's growth better when it was much younger, thinned the growing fruit more, and probably a dozen other things. Luckily, the weaker part (on the right in this picture) originally fell on and was supported by a chain link fence and the tree's vasculature wasn't compromised. So we sort of tied it back together and staked up some of the branches while the fruit was the heaviest. 

Which brings us to...

Part II. Our peach tree had a very, very good year. We got bushels of fruit from it: enough to freeze a little, can four different batches of jam, conserve, chutney, puree, make a couple cakes, eat in our oats, give some away, and blah blah blah... And the other great thing was that the peaches were amazing - sweet, juicy and oh so tasty.

I really wish I had taken a picture of the cake I made.

Part III: What do we do now? Prune heavily? Chop off half the tree? (Probably not.) How will the peach tree weather coming seasons?

Part IV: The moral of the story is that even if you have a humongous crack right through your trunk and you can't stand up straight and it looks like you don't have a chance, you can still have an amazing and miraculous season. I can't promise what will happen to you in future seasons though. That remains for the gardener to decide :)