More earthquakes - now it's Tokyo

Just as everything is as settled as it can be for the Christchurch side of the family, the earthquake strikes in Tokyo where our middle son is working. Fortunately, again, all is OK. He was apparently at work when a MASSIVE (his capitals) earthquake set their building rolling for quite some time. After that it was a one hour walk home to his ninth floor apartment as all the subway lines were shut. Nine floors up he says the building is gently swaying now and again meaning not much sleep. Major damage is miles out of Tokyo and the ramshackle buildings he thought would be damaged have apparently been built to take earthquakes so they are still there.
My husband made the brilliant comment that as all the rest of the family had been 'quaked' it must be our turn next. He knows just what he can do with that comment!
This weekend he is off pitting his wits against the salmon at Lake Mapourika. To date the salmon has won, and I don't quite know what we would do with a whole salmon anyway, but he will have fun.
It amuses me when I hear comments about quilting along the lines of 'why would you want to cut up all this fabric just to sew it together again'. I figure standing for hours in a cold river tossing out bits of line, only to throw back what you eventually catch, is in much the same league.
Anyway this weekend I intend to cut up and sew together some fabric in the hope of finishing the borders on my mystery quilt tops. Then I have a lot of blue and white fabrics selected to begin a log cabin quilt for my mother-in-law. She liked this one I made in the past so I will probably copy it. Time to cut up a zillion strings of fabric.

Personally I prefer the zing of this one which I made for both my son and my nephew, but she will like the classic blue and white better.

Before I do that it is blob out time with two books I need to finish this weekend. Harriet Evans' Love Always which so far promises to be a love story intertwined with a tale of family secrets coming to light. Then, in what I feel might be lighter mode, there's Colette Caddle's Always on My Mind. Both are a total contrast to Down Among the Dead Men by Michelle Williams which is on my iPad. The writing in this is not the best, but it's a fascinating tale of a year in the life of a mortuary technician in England, best read in small sections.
So now - lunch, reading, quilting and just possibly, if I really have to,  a very little housework.