Tornadic activity is the phrase of the week. I like the way it rolls off the tongue, but not the way it rolled over dear Mom's house and car! I was safe and sound in North Knoxville, but Mom's neighborhood in Louisville was in the path of the Tornadic Activity, and had a horrendous hail storm. Her house and her beloved car bore the brunt of it, but she is fine, if quite shaken up. Things have begun to be ironed out with the insurance companies, and here's hoping her car and house will be back to normal soon. It might take a little longer for her spirit, but she's sounding better each day.
I had five days off last week, with the Tornadic Activity smack dab in the middle of it. The sewer replacement crew caused a little damage, themselves, in my front yard. Here you see the bare, raw hillside in front of my yard, complete with hacked off roots from my poor 90-year-old red maple tree. I've since covered it with topsoil I dug from the back yard while digging the walkway from the garage to the sidewalk. It took much longer to dig the walkway than the This Old House website says it will, but I think they gave the estimate with Roger Cook helping. I'm about half his size, and I don't move dirt for a living the way he does. I passed out on the couch without putting in the gravel or paving stones. That will have to wait until next day off.
As will my weaving, though I did make some progress on the shawl warp. I still love the tone-on-tone of the off white bamboo warp and tabby with the white pattern rows.
I've also wound most of the shag rug warp, but I'm not sure I'll get a rug done before Matt's birthday. Since he gave me my Christmas gifts in March, I should probably cut myself some slack and present him later as well. I think he'll find it worth the wait.