Falling into Place
Amazingly, my days are falling into place. A routine that feels good. By no means a fast pace, just getting something done for each day that has been given to me.
I do plan on going into the sewing studio each morning for a short stint. The three yards of border fabric yields two sides of the tablecloth. I had two three-yard lengths. After doing one such cutting this morning, I realized I need to put a new blade into my rotary cutter. Tomorrow I will have one last cut to make in my decorative border fabric and then all is ready for assembly.
Coming upstairs, the first item was sitting down for a break with water. The top of the kitchen range was on the slate. A splatter here, a splatter there and add a kettle of pasta that managed to boil over . . . it cries out for help. A sink full of hot sudsy water works wonders.
This afternoon I made contact with Aunt Janet. With the heat settling in for the remainder of the week, doing a check-in when you know they aren’t venturing out . . . it’s a good thing. Dennis on the other hand is quite mobile . . . rain or shine . . . hot or cold. Dennis is off having coffee with buds. I think it’s great. Commiserating allows one to know how others spend their time when there is no grass to mow.
I am enjoying a Monday feeling optimistic as I know the importance of having a routine that makes for a balanced life. It takes more patience than I knew I had.