The piecing is almost finished for grandson #3’s
quilt, shown pinned up amongst other stuff on the pinup board. It’s bright, scrappy with lots of little kiddy pic pieces, and a fabric to back it all with of sort of harvest thanskgiving Fall farm scene which sounds very north american, and is, since the grandkids and offsprings all live there. 
On this scarf I have tied knots to join threads, and knots to just end/start – leaving about 1cm hanging loose – upper right hand corner, lower left, and just below centre some can be seen.
When more stitching is done more knots will also be evident, and I am pleased with this look and the potential on another scale …..
I am reading about the great influenza epidemic of 1918 on, in The Great Influenza by John M Barry. Among many disturbing things in the book were how long it took for people with particular agendas to make the public aware of how serious the rapidly spreading scourge really was, how many people who, with the adults in the family ill perhaps, had no food coming into the house for the children and babies, and how socially isolating the whole epidemic was, how people were afraid of contact with others – understandably, as the death tolls were horrendous, and people died very fast, often within 24 hours of becoming ill. Which barely scratches the surface, either, of other terrible things in the book. But it has set me wondering whether I really ought to be making facemasks for everyone in the family for christmas ? to be supplied with cases of spray on disinfectant and boxes of rubber gloves – I think many of us are in a false sense of security thinking , well, we have some Tamiflu or similar – which we don’t – but someone does – supplies are all sold out here and in other places too. Perhaps I shouldn’t read anything but fiction.
Summer’s here and once again we will be out and about with the camera. This one we captured last year, but I just did not get round to including it in a post.
Normally such a structure would be either a grain silo, or perhaps a chimney stack; it’s rather tall for a bell tower, and there’s no one living for miles around, anyway. If it were painted white, or here in Uruguay red and white, and out on the point of a rocky headland or a rocky near-coastal island, we’d presume it was a light house.
The absence of paint, a large light, smoke or a bell at the top rules out those suggestions. The metal framed sliding windows at intervals up the wall suggest a structure either designed (?) or adapted for living…. we just don’t know. But if we’re out that way this summer we might just see if we can find someone in the vicinity who doesn’t mind a couple of nosey strangers asking questions……
This is another from last summer’s Architectural Oddities section from last summer, too, but it is still there. Obviously it will be enjoyed by those whose luck it is to have this near-seaside home with balcony views as their holiday home …..
