Feels like Fall
It feels like fall and it smells like fall. The smelling part might be my imagination. There were no sliding patio doors open today in the porch. I was a bit surprised that Dennis had not put on a jacket. 62 degrees often calls for one. When I did go out for a visit, Snuggles was in a cardboard box, and . . . Dennis had covered him up with a blanket. All that could be seen were two ears and they were not wiggling. He had buried himself in.
I have been multi-tasking today. With a paint brush in hand it was a good day to paint up the exterior of our octagon exterior window as well as the threshold of our back door. Just a few tweaks here and there when I think of it. It has been thought of in times past when it was too cold to get the paint cans open. As of late the high temps dried the paint on the brush before getting it to the target. Tidy, tidy.
Dennis and I have been removing some caulking by the back door. It was not doing what it was intended to. Out with the old. Applying caulking is not in either of our wheelhouses. We are saving that for someone that does a bang up job of it. I checked on the Internet and “Goo-Gone” has been added to our next shopping trip. Having a totally clean surface for the next go-round is what we are aiming for.
Working in the sewing studio today included finding some scraps for the Christmas stockings for the fellows. The flouncy socks for the gals are completed. In regard to the scraps, you knew I would find it! It may seem strange to some to be working on Christmas in August. I have found that Christmas has a way of sneaking up on me. I like being prepared and I don’t do well under stress. I will keep futzing on socks, while the entire time thinking of what I will tackle next. Most likely I will be up at the post office in the next weeks to see what kind of envelope I can use for the lest amount of postage. It could be a real disaster to be in line at the post office to find I had not done my homework.
I do believe it is going to be a scrambled egg and sausage night for supper. Hmm. I can smell the hot buttered toast as I type.
Yes . . . we will be getting a bit more warm weather, but these last few days . . . a true gift. May all of you have enjoyed it to the fullest.