It was my day for a solo trip north. Bird Island, Minnesota, is the best place to take a sewing machine for expert service by a licensed Bernina technician. There may be a shingle out here or there for sewing machine repairs, but they do not have access to Bernina components. I have total confidence in Kelly and Amanda. The plus is picking Amanda’s brain on techniques. I also took Mom’s New Home brand sewing machine with and that one needed to stay as some parts are needed. What a great reason to head north again sometime soon. Do I need to have Mom’s machine in working order . . . not unless I could grow several more arms or . . . get Dennis to saddle up for stitching. It seems a shame or a waste to not have it fixed. I cannot get myself to believe that sewing is a passion that is lost on Millenniums. Someday, somewhere the disposable style of living will come crashing down and that type of creativity will be alive and well again.
I stopped in Fairfax for a “Kevin Fix.” I would never miss an opportunity to see family. Phone calls and text messages have their place, but feeling and touching is the ultimate. The old Lincoln just veered into Kevin’s place of work automatically. Now, on the other hand, when Megan and I having texting conversations that is simply priceless. She is busy with violin lessons and now she is preparing to teach a class of kindergarten age in Vacation Bible School. But . . . she still has time for Grammie. The 60 years of difference in our ages transcends into sweetness.
As I was driving home south the clouds got thick. Twenty six miles from home the windshield wipers needed to be turned on. That was right after dinner time, twelve noon. Now at 5:00 p.m. the rain never has stopped. It’s something about a weather pattern that is stalled. It goes on and on and on and we persevere. Hey . . . I’m set. The sewing machine has been given a clean bill of health, I have threads and I have ideas.