A Solo Trip to the Big town
Today there were eight of us stitchers that enjoyed each other at Baker’s Square. Some of us had not been in attendance since September. It didn’t take long and the sharing and laughter was in full swing. Lou had a quilt to share. Lori had quilt books to share. The rest of us took it all in and might be spurred on to share something in January.
Five of us have mates that keep our home fires burning while we gather. For myself, it was sweet to come home and find that my major elf had been busy. He had asked what I needed help with in the house and . . . mission completion. After all these years I get it. I just need to ask.
Several outside decorations greeted me when I drove up. It brightened the gloomy afternoon. I think by the time the evening sets in the fog might be thick. The snow is forecast to begin by nine this evening. Me and my ole cowboy will be snug at home for this evening and the entire weekend. Sweet.
The only errand that Dennis will run tomorrow is to pick up his six five gallon pails of corn from the elevator. Those six pails lasted him for almost two weeks. Dennis told me that he only has four deer coming each night. Each night a 2 lb. coffee can of corn is put out.
I had told myself when I was in Mankato that if the snow had held off by the time I got to St. James, I would stop in our local grocery store. I did pay $4.62 for a dozen eggs but as I held and caressed that head of lettuce priced at $5.96 . . . I just couldn’t do it. Down it went. I will be fixing more green beans and corn.
I need to get back to the studio and Luella’s blanket. With the help that Dennis gave the homestead today, there is nothing on my plate for tomorrow. It is so close to being done for this four year old.