Beyond the Bird Feeders

It looked more like a chain gang than a work crew. These  guys were taking the foundation form boards down, handing them, or sometimes throwing, them up out of the pit behind the wall which is apparently the building site, onto a pile on the outside of the wall. They were picked up, one at a time by a like of men who toiled up the hill  sliding each board onto the flatbed of the truck and turning around to go back down the hill for another board. It will be interesting to see how and when they will begin  to turn the concrete fortress into a home. That hill is steeper than it looks which begins to explain why there doesn't seem to be much of urgency on the part of the workers.

Crystal, our favorite barista from Trail House is now working at another coffee, breakfast and lunch place called The Pharmacy, presumably because that is what it used to be. I met my friend Gail there this morning before class to check it out. It's best feature is the decor, and regrettably I completely forgot to take a picture. It seems very much a 'ladies who lunch' sort of place and not only because they don't sell beer there. There are a few chairs and a picnic table scattered about the lawn outside, and a small counter with stools facing out the window, not really conducive to a group gathering.   It has a reputation for having delicious salads and sandwiches so we decided the next time we meet there, we will meet after class and have lunch. 

Crystal greeted us with her usual warmth and sociability. I think the masculine bike shop/beer bar vibe and unpredictable hours at Trail House were taking a toll on her, and she said she was happy to be working at and supporting a woman owned business. 

I sat down to finish the quilt top this afternoon, but after sewing the wrong piece of sashing to the wrong side of the quilt twice, I decided maybe today wasn't the day for that particular project.