9/11/2022
I can only imagine the news coverage on this the 9/11 anniversary. I have opted to enjoy the KNUJ radio.
Dennis is relaxing in the patio porch and catching a nap off and on. It has been quite the week here on Stauffer Avenue. Dennis ram rodded it well. With three implement trailers full of limbs that needed to be removed and just as many trips to Mankato for medical appointments . . . a day to kick back was warranted. Yes . . . I experienced the same week. I believe I can plan and remember the calendar a bit better for us to cover all bases.
Sundays are my times to take my walk on the concrete street that runs in front of our home. The thoroughfare for heavy traffic the other six days of the week, Grammie needs to stay out of the way. The air was brisk this morning and I enjoyed every step of it.
All has gone well in the studio today. This latest project I have dubbed my purple phase. Other than one mishap with the shears, I have not had to pick out a single stitch that has gone astray. Sweet. Curiosity got the best of me. I had been using the assembly line technique until today. I wanted twelve blocks totally completed so I could put them into a semblance of how they would look when stitched together. The remaining blocks do need the last of the dark purple stitched to them. That may be for another day. This pattern called Log Cabin could be stitched with strips as narrow as an inch or the option I used was 2.5 inch in width, which is the usual. My finished block is 14″ and to join them, I will use a 1/4″ seam. The block could continue with more colors added of light and dark. A round and a round it could go.
The book of Lena’s I am using has many different configurations on how these blocks can be joined. I took a photo of two pages but there were just as many illustrated on three more pages. I could continue cutting strips of every color under the rainbow and not ever have two quilt tops identical. As I had mentioned before this booklet is titled “Quilt in a Day.” As a retired stitcher, I have not kept track of my time in the studio.
A quiet day calls for a soup and sandwich supper. Again, I will set my cell phone alarm for six tomorrow morning. The Mankato appointment is for 9:30 at the wound specialist and then Dennis has a double hitter at 10:45 at the specialty clinic for a nerve conduction test for his right arm. I have never heard of a stroke just hitting the arm from the elbow down, but . . . time will tell. Dennis has been fighting and working his right arm to build strength to no avail. I remember the day in spring when he bent down and used his right arm with the brush to push some grass clippings into the dust pan. Dennis stood, holding the dust pan and brush in his right hand heading to the kitchen waste basket. Before he got to his target, his right arm dropped with all it was holding. This nerve conduction test has been prescribed for a long time. I agree with Dennis, finding out what gives, and then it can be accepted. Life and its mysteries. Esther Schafer, the kid’s paternal grandmother . . . “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken.”