I've probably said this every year since I started keeping the blog, but I am going to be happy to see the end of summer. Haha. It's in the 90s here again today, but after this, the forecast looks much better, including another evening at the local ballpark this week, I can't wait! I'm having a lazy day today--just did a little sorting of pretty things I brought home from my dad's cousin's last weekend, lovely embroidered and crocheted dresser scarves and the like, all done by generations before us, including my great-grandma and one of my dad's aunts, so I could divide them up between my sister and me. There's now a box in my living room, ready for me to make a post office run at some point this week to ship it to my sister. My creativity doesn't lie in things I make with my hands like physical crafts, mine is words and putting them on pages. Some of these pieces are works of art, with the embroidery, cross-stitching, crewel work, and the crocheted lace trim--and some of the crocheted doilies have 3-D flowers on them, which is (to me, at least) an amazing feat, and I'm in awe of the creativity that existed (and still does) in my family.
My dad's cousin, who generously shared the pretties with me, creates jewelry...beautiful earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. My mom and her mom both sewed, and that grandma also crocheted--one year she made afghans for each of us in the color of our choosing, my hot pink and white one is currently in the cedar chest. My dad was a talented artist (as well as gardener and craftsman--he could build pretty much anything, including his own house!), as was one of his sisters--I have a few paintings here in my house that she did. His mother crocheted--I'm sure I've talked about the afghans I have that she made. She taught me to crochet when I was a kid, though I've forgotten how at this point--I do need to refresh my memory, though, so I can fix one of the afghans that my younger son used heavily when he was little. Maybe fall would be a good time for that...new season, new (or at least not done in eons) hobby? We'll see.
Before I get back to today's to-do list, I have a quick snippet for you this week from Hunting Medusa.
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Andi couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. She’d worked into the night after the vacuum salesman’s appearance, until she couldn’t see straight to continue with her beading. Then she’d sunk into the bubble bath long enough to be nearly asleep. Today, she’d repeated everything but the bubble bath. Plus she’d driven into town to ship the big order she’d finished early.
Now she sat in the dark beside the front window, watching the forest. Waiting. Trying to convince herself nothing was coming. No one.
When the phone rang, she jumped about two feet in the air, barely keeping in a shriek. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing herself to laugh weakly as she picked up the receiver. “Hello, Aunt Lydia.” She didn’t need caller I.D. to know when one of her cousins or aunts was on the phone.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear,” came the quavering voice. “I just wanted to touch base with you. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”
Her slightly psychic great-aunt must have spoken to Andi’s mother. “I know. I’ve been busy working.” She thought of the small stack of boxed beaded bracelets sitting on her desk upstairs for another customer whose order wasn’t even due for a month and a half.
“You’re aware you could do that here, too, right?”
Andi smiled in the darkness. “I know. I’m not feeling much like company right now.”
“You don’t have to visit your parents, you know.”
Her laugh escaped before she could stop it. “That isn’t very nice of you, Aunt Lydia.”
“Maybe I’m getting selfish in my old age.” Her great-aunt chuckled. “But I’d like to see you.”
“Maybe in a few months.”
The older woman sighed. “All right. But I wanted you to know I was thinking of you. I love you.”
Andi felt her eyes sting a little. “I love you too.”
“Your mother knows she wasn’t there for you eight years ago, Andrea. Perhaps it’s time to let her be there for you now.”
Andi’s eyes dried. “I need to go, Aunt Lydia.”
“Of course, dear. I hope you’ll come soon.”
She looked back at the window and murmured, “Maybe. I’ve got to go, Aunt Lydia.”
Something had moved outside.
Something too tall to be one of the does that frequented the clearing each evening, though not tall enough for the bull moose who came occasionally. Just the right size for a sneaky Harvester posing as a vacuum salesman.
She thumbed off the phone and sat up straighter, her other hand coming to rest on the dagger across her knees. For a long moment, she didn’t see anything. Then a dark shape slid between the trees, a few yards nearer to the house.
Her heart hammered against her ribs and she curled her fingers around the dagger hilt. That was no animal. At least not of the wild variety. No, this was a two-legged animal, and she had the terrible feeling this one really was a Harvester, no matter what her mother had said yesterday.
Let him try, she thought, setting the phone back on its base. He’d find this Medusa wasn’t going down quietly. She only wished she were PMSing so she could take him out without too much effort. Or mess. If only he’d waited just a few more days to make his move…
She stifled a hysterical giggle at that last thought, glad she’d listened to her instincts this evening.
The shape disappeared again in the dark trees, and she held her breath. Then he reappeared for a few seconds, much closer to the house this time. Her pulse pounded in her ears. He was determined. And now out of her line of vision.
A loud, sharp beep indicated her alarm system had shut down, and was accompanied by the sound of every appliance in the house also turning off. He’d killed her power at the junction box outside.
Bastard.
Andi got to her feet, then tried to decide which door he’d come in. She heard the soft sound of a footfall on the back porch. She crossed into the kitchen, not needing to feel her way around the furniture, and positioned herself beside the refrigerator. He wouldn’t make it far into the house, and then he was hers.
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I would love to hear if you're crafty in some way--painting, beading, knitting or something else! I hope you all have a great week!
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