Acclimating
We had a taste of nice spring weather on Monday and Tuesday. Yesterday with the snow and storm it was a day that I felt disjointed. Nothing settled me and I couldn’t find anything that warranted my time. I almost envied Dennis being able to sit in his patio porch rocking chair while he smoked the day away watching his Rural Farm television channel.
Today was a day that I acclimated. I felt calm knowing that it was a wait and see day. The day fell into place just fine. The weather is totally crap. We must have had high winds overnight as our backyard looks as if Mother Nature stood on the tree limbs and jumped up and down on them until they gave in and dropped. All day long and even now at supper time, our electrical lights flicker. There has been many power lines that have crippled areas to the south and west of us.
The Bernina embroidery module was put on the sewing machine and a design was settled upon. I had no idea what would happen if the electrical would go out and the machine was in the middle of stitching out a design. I soon found out. The lights in the sewing studio flickered and went out as did the lights on the sewing machine. A deep breath was taken and I sat back on my chair to see what was going to happen. After about five minutes the power was back on in the house and the sewing machine started itself up. It went through all the steps as it always does as it powers up. In time the design showed up on the display as if I had just selected it to begin stitching from point “A.” Several other clicks and noises and the display screen went to the place the needle had been when the power went off. The green light blinked indicating it was ready to stitch . . . and stitch it did. It never missed a stitch. For the time I have had the sewing machine I had often wondered what would happen if a design is interrupted in mid-stitching. I now know the rest of the story.
Neighbor Randy came and took care of the heavy snowfall of yesterday and today which I think has been determined to have been six inches. The end of our driveway was packed from the street department’s work. It for sure would have been deemed a “heart attack snowfall.” It was too wet and heavy for him to use the blower. As he used the front end bucket the snow rolled as if it were going to make a gigantic snow man. I sure hope this is the last time we need him. Randy and his long green line has been a godsend this winter . . . he also will be receiving an Easter basket from us with heartfelt thanks.
It will be several days before it feels like spring here on Stauffer Avenue. I am alright with it. As I mentioned, I have acclimated to having a bit more time for whiling away my days in the sewing studio. Spring will be here when it dries up . . . a whole bunch.