Wednesday October 8, 2014

I love waking to the sound of fog horns. This morning it seemed as if I could follow the path of a ship south along the eastern side of the island and then around to the south side of the island. It was neat to be able to hear it move. I tutored three students today and one of them wanted help on an English paper which was a nice change. I also taught my bridge class and stopped in at Island Quilter to pick up batting and binding fabric for the quilt I’m making. I even managed to squeeze in a little puzzle time .

floating
in the hot tub
a plane overhead
heard but not seen
a foggy morning