Sunday the 20th
Oh my oh my! It is 47 degrees out and there would be choice puddles to jump in to.
I don’t think patio kitties jump puddles, but all three left the porch to get the stink off of them from being cooped up too much. Honey Bunny was out for a half hour and she returned to her basket. She hasn’t got an ounce of extra weight on her and she is thirteen years old. Chubby Snuggles was the next to call it a day and head for a basket. Harriet is the youngest and Dennis thinks it will be dusk before he sees her.
I baked a batch of scones and my day was set for the studio. When arthritis bucks, I don’t do a lot of stitching that requires manipulating a lot of heft under the needle. I do have my wrist braces on. Doing embroidery is the answer to keeping busy and having something to show for the day.
Believe it or not! I am embroidering on four Christmas stockings. My nephew’s wife had enough fabric for these four extra stockings. Regardless how their family grows, I will have used the goods that was sent to me. At such time, I may not be up to the task. The completed stockings will not have any names on them, and that will be up to the family to fill in those blanks when the need arises. I will feel quite at ease knowing I helped the family out and moving them out of my studio will be the “rest of the story.” It is fun deciding what to stitch and not having to answer for it. Surprise!
A Sunday ritual for Dennis is that his son that trucks on the west coast calls and chit chats. It’s a good thing.
Even with the cold, I have found one Boxelder bug each of the last three days toddling across the studio’s floor. Ugh!
Our next doctor appointment is Wednesday. We had just commented to each other how fortunate we have been with such good road conditions. That may change with Tuesday’s snowfall and where it decides to land across the state. We will take it the way it comes.