7/5–7/12/2012 What a Week!

My mind is mush. There is no way I can go back and think about what we did in the past week on each day and make any sense of it. The days of the last week just simply run together.

We’ve had days on end of one hundred degree plus weather with the heat index hovering around one hundred and ten. Not real fun when you are spending your days on black top parking lot. Bob had it a lot worse than me with him working the afternoon hours.

Our work schedule is getting to us. I think I’ve mentioned before that our work day spans eleven hours. This is getting old real fast. We broached the subject with the powers that be about us both working Saturday’s since that is the busiest day of the week and then taking Thursday’s off. We were shot down. Now the ball is back in our court and I’m pretty sure its going to come down to we get three days a week off or we’re outta here. Well, not literally outta here like leaving Delaware. We would go down to the Bethany Beach National Guard Training Center and stay in the FamCamp. We just can’t keep this up like this. The one who is home doesn’t have wheels to go do anything and we’re not getting any time on the beach fishing. Nope, this isn’t working.

Our friends Steve and Kerrie are here and I did manage to get one afternoon on the beach with them. It was a hundred and five that day.

I took a photography class to learn about what all the little knobs and doo-hickey’s on my camera do and what they are for. It was offered through Living Social.com. One of those sites that offer you local things at a really good discount. My class was with Dazzle Photography and the pro was Dan Salvo. I learned a lot in those three hours! Now I just have to practice what I learned.

Bob went on a deep sea fishing trip that turned out to be a non trip. The seas were very rough the boat captain said that he would take them if they wanted to go but he really advised against it and thought it would be better to just re-schedule.

Remember back to the end of May when I introduced you Dawn, who happens to whittle? I showed you the beginning of her project.

It’s done! Well, done being whittled, Dawn still has to paint it.

I don’t know that it will ever get finished. We were talking about craft projects the other night and it seems Dawn starts a lot of projects but never finishes them. I am also guilty of that. She told me she would have it done by Christmas and then added, “I just don’t know which Christmas!” Regardless, I think her Santa turned out very well for her first whittling project that was meant to be more than just mere sawdust.

6/7/2012 She Whittles!

I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who whittles before now. I think its safe to say that whittling is a dying art. For those who are reading this and don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, whittling is the practice of carving wood into an object by repeatedly cutting small slices or pieces from it.

When we first arrived here and would drive in and out of the campground we would see Dawn, one of the seasonal booth attendants, sitting outside doing something with her hands. It wasn’t until Bob walked over to the water one day and saw what she was doing when he passed by did we know about her hobby.

Yes, Dawn whittles.

Born and raised in (slower) lower Delaware she wanted to do everything her big brothers did when she was growing up. An admitted tomboy, Dawn could climb trees, ride the tractor, shoot, everything her brothers did but she followed her dad’s footsteps when it came to the whittling. She got her first knife when she was five. I asked her what she’s made so far and if she could bring me something to photograph for this post. She laughed and said, “The only thing I’ve made so far is sawdust.” Up until now she has just whittled the wood away. Recently she decided to actually make something. This first project? A Santa Claus.

I can see it!

Her hands are always working on it.

I’ll keep up with Dawn this summer as she whittles the hours away with her trusty knife and block of wood.

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