Where is the Ark?
The rain began falling during the very early morning hours, complete with lightning and thunder. It didn’t completely stop until forenoon. Puddles everywhere. There will be no need to water that which was transplanted last week.
I had the best morning. Pushed a few buttons to begin Monday laundry day and then the studio lights were turned on.
Dennis decided to take soap pods and quarters to the laundry up town. Rugs from several months of the back entry’s use and two large polar fleece blankets were in the back of his pickup, ready to roll. We agreed to meet up at noon for a snack at the dining room table.
Before I headed down to the studio, I did do my usual computer checks . . . our bank website and my emails. Blind friend Judy’s daughter, Cindy, had sent an email. Judy fell in her home yesterday and broke a hip. Hmm. She is in the New Ulm hospital. Cindy said she will be pushing for her mom to go to the health facility in Mankato called Stone Path for a time as more than likely there will be PT needed. Cindy also mentioned her mom could use a break from her home and use the additional rest. I was saddened to hear the news. This may be what is needed for family to rally and get her home in order.
Dennis and I had lunch together. He shared news he had scooped and I shared my news.
It was then time for some serious stitching of Flying Geese. I do have 32, three part blocks sewn. I will need to check the instructions on the placements to arrive at a twelve inch square completed block of these. Oh for the mystery.
With the temps rising over the afternoon, I plan on returning to where I am comfortable . . . the studio until supper time. KNUJ is spouting forecasts of warm days ahead. We knew it was bound to happen with this much rain to bring on the steam. No Ark needed, just plenty of hydration.