Sunny and Bright
A day that started out as gloom and gray has turned into a sunny and bright Saturday.
There is an unexpected funeral in our plans for Saturday as one of Dennis’ Korean veteran friends has passed away and we will be attending his funeral tomorrow in Windom.
For our household, we moved our Saturday schedule into today . . . a sunny and bright Friday. Retired folks can work around anything. While the bedding laundry was humming, I hit the floors with the vac. Getting under the beds is always easier when the beds are naked.
About twelve noon the usual and customary first floor items were taken care of and that includes having cold salad leftovers for supper. I headed for the sewing studio and Dennis was not far behind. That right there tells me he is feeling better. He hadn’t been down the basement stairs all week. I queried Dennis on some colors of thread. Dennis has always had a good eye for colors. His choice was the best and that sent me to the church tables with my project to pick out a row of stitches. Dennis’ choice was to have the thread totally blend in with the fabric while my picked out stitches had been a contrast. His choice was right on. Each time a pause is taken to get fabric straightened under the needle it causes an ever so slight jog in the stitching.
I have the wall hanging of embroidered barns completed. Each unique barn has its own unique quilt block in the barn’s gable. These designs struck a cord with me in regard to times gone by. It has been made to fit the width of the stairwell going into the sewing studio. The meandered stitches within each block are spontaneous. No two squiggles are alike. Dah! In time I am interested in fine tuning my spontaneous meandered, aka: free motion quilting. Let the YouTube videos begin! These wall hanging blocks were done on what is called man-made ultra-suede. It had a bit of a stretch to it. It began as a “what if.” It is now able to be enjoyed in our home and the suede is no longer a twenty-year-old prisoner in a fabric stash box. 
This project insured that I had no cabin fever to fight. I had a challenge to keep me going in between dust bunnies and helping Dennis get around with the bout of gout that had moved into his foot. As I mentioned earlier, each day his mobility is improving and there is nothing to be slighted in the sheer willpower to get around. Considering what I have heard from other caregivers, Dennis has been a great patient.
The sun is attacking the dusting of snow we received last night like gang busters. The birds are singing their tunes and the squirrels are raiding the few kernels of corn that the deer have left behind. It seems as all is as it should be on Stauffer Avenue.