Feels Like a New Week Today

 Good morning Friends,

   The lake was so rough since early Friday and total bonkers all day and late evening Sunday, that today feels like a new day and a new week. I'll take it haha.

   When we moved to the lake neither of us had any idea how rough the lake's waves would get on busy weekends during the summer. It started getting much worse during the years of covid as the blue states with their ocean boats decided to buy up property here on the once family-fishing lake at Lake in the Ozarks. It is really sad to see this play out. It is what it is, reading comments on the lake groups on facebook many had major dock and boat damages from this onslaught on Sunday. It was so loud and nerve racking that I closed up the blinds on the wall of windows, and could still hear the roar of the waves and boats anywhere in the house.   The casino will begin building soon as well. ugh  

  Enough of all that, I was planning to start working on weed eating or killing areas of grass and weeds today but it looks like it could rain any minute. So I will need to hold off on that project for another day.  

  We enjoyed having our new friends Dusty and Mary over for baby back ribs and fixings yesterday afternoon. This morning early the guys went out early fishing. So glad Larry now has someone nearby to go fishing with. I may even try fishing one of these days. Calmer waters lets us fish off the dock.

  I know fall is in the air as the eagle pair has been back in their spot singing early mornings now-I had missed them while they were raising their young.

  My spinning is better this time around. I enjoy using the drop spindle.  You can see some of the bison yarn in the back. This orange-yellow-white yarn is a very soft merino and silk. Finally getting the yarn finer and not so bulky.

  Last week I worked on my late sister's poetry and writings. I have been wanting to publish it for her, but after sitting down and really reading all of it, most of the poetry was about her personal life struggles during college and the two years after before her tragic car accident. I saved nine poems, two were published already in a college book of poems (I did get permission from them to re publish) and I still have the pretty art work that a friend painted for me years ago for the cover-she gave me publishing rights for that as well.  After all these years (since 1979) I was truly ready to say goodbye-hadn't realized what a burden that has been all these years.  I shredded all of her personal poetry, and this time during re reading found a note from her that she hoped no one would find those more personal poems.  So they are no more. 

  I just ordered a barn wood frame for the artwork and will include her sandpipers poem on the back. Growing up as children we often camped out at the Indiana Dunes State Park where we would enjoy watching the sandpipers running into the great lakes when waves receded and then get chased back as the waves moved in on the sand. Good memories.

  I may hand write out the nine poems into little books and possibly share those with friends. One of my blogging friends mentioned that she knew someone that did that-hand wrote her poetry into little books and then sold them Loving that idea-I won't sell her poems but will gift them instead. 

  The cooler mornings last week gave us some pretty views-early mornings 

    

Enjoy your week