It's been a crazy start to summer here in Crazyville.
We spent the weekend on the Eastern Shore with Left-brain's family. It wasn't too hot, though I did get a sunburn from falling asleep on a lawnchair. Our nephews and their dog were up very early to go fishing that morning, and I am a light sleeper, so, when the dog started barking, I was up. At 6AM. And then got burnt. It must have been the chair because our BIL crawled into the same chair (after I got up and went in the camper), and then fell asleep too. LOL. Left=brain brought his 4-wheeler down; I got my first ride. Put it this way, they said they could hear me screaming a half-mile away. It was that same kind of reaction you get when you ride a roller coaster, a little fear mixed with exhilaration, mixed in with sheer joy at being allowed to live in that moment!
It was fun, though. Saturday, we played in the tidal creek that fronts the property. I took the littlest nephew out. He was a little bit afraid of the water, but, after I told his sister to not talk about sharks and crabs in the water, he was OK. We played a game where I would tell him to scrunch down in the water, then jump really high, yelling "Ribbit, Ribbit" (it was that, or have him keep splashing us), and he really liked that. Sunday morning, when I got up to let Beazer out, Little Nephew saw me outside, then opened the door of his camper and said, "Ribbit, Ribbit." LOL.
We did attempt to crab but it wasn't very successful. They did catch one rather large, extremely annoyed Jimmy crab. If you've never messed with a crab, I don't recommend it--they pinch. Hard. I was t'anting this one, and he didn't like it--he spun around really quick. I have to admire their spunk as well as their beauty; there is something so beautiful in seeing one of them, claws raised in fury at a barking dog, LOL. BIL and SIL's dog knows better than to get too close, because they do come forward, not just run away, but Beazer is not so skilled. We didn't show him the crab. Better to not put him in a situation that will get him pinched.
Beazer was worn out by the end of the weekend. He spent most of his time either in the water, swimming, or playing with the kids. He is such a good boy; he wouldn't let them go out on the dock unless he was out there with them. When we were swimming, he kept coming out part of the way to check on them--those are his cousins, after all, he is very protective of them. He kept trying to grab older nephew's fishing lure when he was casting; DN caught himself a dogfish twice, but the hook didn't embed in B's mouth, so it was no harm. By Sunday, he was just laying around, too tired to care. He slept the whole way home, and, by the time he hit his binky, he was down for the count.
I didn't stitch, though. I brought my stuff, but I didn't want to risk getting it dirty. We were pretty grimy all in all, what with riding on the 4-wheeler, the humidity making my hair a poufy mess, and all the bugbites we got watching fireworks over the water on Saturday night. I'm sure I felt a lot oogier than I looked, but the cottage is near a town that is fairly well-known in the yachting community, and I always feel like a bumpkin when we go into town with all those well-heeled tourists. LOL. I can work on stuff during the week, it's OK.
I will try to post a photo of panda progress by the end of the week. They are coming along well. If I feel brave, I may have them pinned and laced by fair time, so they may be an entry this year. I'm really proud of my work on this one.