Slow going again this week. 93° and muggy today. I’ve found that I can get some sewing done early in the mornings before it gets too hot. Then later in the day when it gets sticky I sew for short stretches then let everything cool down while I crochet for a bit, then clean off the footer and repeat. I’m finding that the heat of the sewing machine itself, the terribly helpful little light on the machine over the sewing area, even the heat from my hands on the dipped paper and prints, all add to the general ‘stickiness’. If I stop for a bit, turn the machine off, step away and let everything cool down for a while I can sew again for a short stretch, even on these warmer days. And that’s the great part of this process, I have plenty of other things to do while I wait, like crochet 27 pineapple medallions.

I managed to finish Mary’s square this week. More on Mary when I do her square, but piecing it together next to Coke and Frank did get me thinking again in the line of the birth order vein from last week. There is Mary, smack dab in the middle. What must that have been like? To be right in the middle of nine? What must it have been like for any of them? To grow up essentially never being alone?  I’m pretty much an introvert.  The thought of that terrifies me.

And then there is Frank, aka Fink. I do not know where that nickname came from. He lived two houses to the other side of the house I grew up in (I’ll have to provide a map of Veazie Village in one of these posts…). He and his wife Margie ran a gun shop. He also was a hunter and a woodsman of sorts. I always used to love going over to visit his springer spaniels that he kept for hunting. They always seemed to be named Ginger.