Speaking of beautiful things. A dear old friend made me a handmade quilt several years ago. I've enjoyed it very much, but unfortunately, never had enough wall space to display it until now.
John, what a trooper, spent his Sunday morning mounting it on the living room wall in Twisp. And quite a tricky job, getting it perfectly level against that slanted ceiling. The Boeing technician comes through again with a precise home engineering project.
Honestly, it just makes the room and finally gets the attention it deserves. I can lay on the sofa and lose myself in the meditative design.
We stopped to rest as always at Lone Pine Fruit and Espresso before tackling the first mountain pass. The holiday rush was over, although there were many trucks driving hell bent for leather carrying all that stuff we want for Christmas. They don't bother John, but I find them unnerving.
It was warm and dry the entire way home, also a bit unnerving for late November in Washington when the mountains should be cold and snowy. It looks like temperatures will finally cool down later this week. But as far as the driving conditions went, we were lucky dogs.
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