What’s Not to Like
The temps are in the high 60s and there is enough wind to keep bugs away and the sun is shining.
Dennis has been gone since breakfast. He and his buddy Dwayne are taking another load of Dwayne’s farm stuff to the Stordon auction house. Each time Dennis comes home it is, “just one more load should do it.” Too funny. Moving with a crunch time can’t be much fun. I am so thankful we have been shifting and sorting this summer. Dennis wanted to get some items moved out while it was his choice to do it. I agreed.
I tidied up the house and my phone rang. I was off to the Old Alley Quilt Shop to pick up the Folk Art pieced top. It was two weeks ago when I took it over. I thought that was very fast service. The previous owner charged $.01 per square inch for longarm quilting. The new owner charges $.0175 per square inch. I had no problem with that. The top measured 72″ x 85″ and that is a bit much for me to wrangle under the needle. I do know my limits with the shoulders, arms and wrists. The binding in itself is still quite a project.
When I came home from Sherburn, I cinched up my pants and decided to do a bit of work outside. The caulking in saw marks of the blocked off concrete patio needs to be taken out as the age of it is no longer doing its job of keeping frozen snow water at bay. Out with the silicon and sometime soon . . . in with the masonry caulk. I decided to dedicate some time each day this week to get the job done. Hmm, I can still bend over and touch my toes . . . but not for long.
It is leftovers for supper. I can really get into leftovers. I am so thankful that Dennis enjoys them. When I was working and some of the gals would share that their husbands refused – and I mean refused – to eat leftovers, hmm. . . they must never had truly been hungry in their lives. Oh that’s right, they didn’t have Lena as their mom. Bless their hearts.
I think I am really going to enjoy this week of cool weather as we swat away on a few fall projects. I refuse to put them in a job jar.