Horrific Winds
All night long the tinkle of the wind chimes could be heard from the harsh north winds that were relentless. Often I would come out of my deep rem sleep to hear them. It didn’t take but a few heartbeats and I was back off to Neverland.
This morning has not brought any relief from the winds and I dealt with it by not going outside. As we had been away from home yesterday, the usual Saturday items were taken care of today. Staying on track is important to me. I do better with structured days. If something were to come up unexpectedly, my usual and customary would not fall in between the cracks so far that I would loose all interest in tidy, tidy, tidy. Thank you, Lena!
My mom, Lena, was not a dust freak. Living on a gravel road in Boon Lake township in Renville County with heavy equipment charging up the drive and traveling across the gravel dooryard, at best . . . keep the old warped wood framed windows shut. Mom and Dad had lived in many older homes renting the farm land and taking the house as was. When my parents bought their own farm in Boon Lake, of course the house was old and drafty. From day one, bit by bit, Mom was in there pitching to better it. Window panes were re-glazed, weather stripping miraculously appeared around door frames, and Dad was on board closing up mouse holes. It was home. It was a home that made us all proud to be a part of taking each task to improving it. Pride in home ownership made keeping it up not a chore, but a feeling of self satisfaction.
I say, “Thank you, Lena,” because I do take pride in what I have as a home. No big bells and whistles, just a home with high utility and lovingly taken care of from the tiniest crack in the wall to the sweet remodeled bathroom.
With the task of making a sweep through the house and having it pass muster, I did go down into the sewing studio. Taking one photo image at a time, I can now tell you that all the Santa imagines have had a cold water bath and are now drying. No longer any fear of excess ink to throw a curve into my project. The Fairfax kids had found a corrugated fold up with a grid pattern of 1″ squares, that when totally opened is 36″ x 72″. I have used it for so many aspects of measuring fabric, ribbon, paper, etc. Today it worked out great to lay the wet Santa images on bath towels and anchor them with pins into the corrugated surface. One more step done.
I looked out the bathroom window and Dennis was doing due diligence in his patio porch running the vacuum. Yup, pride in ownership.