Saturday the 24th
A breezy cloudy day. I do know that we had rain last night. I saw puddles when I got up.
Today there would have been a funeral in my home church: St. Paul’s Lutheran Church in Stewart, Minnesota. A classmate of mine, Ronald Penk, lost his battle. It now makes three fellows, all from the Stewart area and from the class of 1962. I opted to stay home as we expected company.
Dennis’ daughter, Sandy, drove out from Mankato. Sandy is an RN and works for the clinic in New Ulm. Sandy wanted to check on her dad and most importantly, his foot and how he was progressing in the healing department. Thumbs up! Good news from a professional. Sandy shared that wound care is a huge part of what she experiences at work. The healing process is a slow one. Sandy moves from doctor to doctor in her work week and never knows what her day many bring.
Sandy helped me move a hanging lamp that was above my bed. Before cataract surgery, I could easily read in bed without my glasses. Now the glasses are the last thing I take off before getting into bed and the first that I reach for when getting out of bed. Reading is now done sitting up to a table.
The hanging lamp is now over the area where I read in my bedroom porch. Soon the days will be shorter to the point that the daylight I now read by will be a memory.
I also had a wall hanging that needed to be swapped out in the living room. Amid the patchwork the words, “But those who hope in the Lord, will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like Eagles; they will run and not grow weary, walk and not feel faint.” Isaiah 40:31.
Dennis is taking a nap this afternoon and I have just shut off the lights in the studio. I had stitched on the last row of the purple log cabin quilt top when Sandy arrived. I have not even paged ahead to see what kind of border I will be doing. The mystery that will wait until another day.