Darkness Comes Too Soon
There is something within that wants to shut down when the darkness comes too soon in the afternoon. I do fight it. Going to bed at about eleven seems to suit us well. When it is five in the afternoon and there are shadows appearing I have a good six hours left in me. Television doesn’t offer much in the evening hours even if we have lots of choices from cable. Dennis could have the RFD channel on non-stop. For me . . . not so much. I am more inclined to sit at the dining room table and do some reading with good lighting.
As luck would have it, Kevin and Kersten gave me a stand some time ago to hold recipe books in the kitchen. It comes in very handy for me to prop my reading book on the dining room table. So much easier on the wrists, hands and shoulders. What I need now is to get one of my old wooden pencils out with an eraser on the top to help turn the pages.
When I went for my walk this afternoon, it was warmer than I thought. Before I knew it I had to go back and pick up one of my gloves that that slipped out of my pocket. It is way too early to start donating mittens and gloves willy-nilly. I should revert back to the times when Carrie and Kevin were in the mitten mode. The best thing was a crocheted rope of yarn that was run n the jacket from one sleeve to the other. A handy dandy safety pin attached the crocheted rope to each mitten. Those mittens might dangle but they would not go missing. When the kids went to Sunday School, those mittens would also contain one of my lightweight cloth hankies that had their Sunday School offering tied in one corner. Let’s hear it for tried and true tips for young and old alike.
I did spend some time in the sewing studio. Getting a handle on the start of a new project is a challenge that feels oh so good. Nothing noteworthy to share at this time, but I think I have nailed the technique. My studio is down by three yards as nephew Brett was scrounging for some blue fabric to round out one of his projects. It’s a good deal for both of us. I am lightening my stashes and he is enjoying his quilting.
Dennis is hard at it in the kitchen dicing up some onions for supper to add to a few potatoes. Hey . . . if I don’t ask for help . . . my bad. May the new week bring something each day that brings a smile.