Hump Day
It is a Wednesday and all is well with my soul. Could not be a better day.
My sewing machine is oiled, cleaned with a new needle. My embroidery hoop is loaded. The reason it is not stitching right now is that when I went to sign onto my Bernina Tool Box software, I typed in the password in error three times. I am now in a time-out for an hour. Oh what a difference when a lower case letter is entered and it should be the upper case. The time-out allows for some tidy, tidy.
Dennis came in to get some cleaning supplies. Look out patio porch kitties! Even on the mild days this winter not one of the three ventured out. They know where they have it made.
I could be doing our 2023 income tax. I just don’t feel like it right now. The mood needs to be just right. Tax Act has been sending emails. I have all the info I need. What’s new . . . Minnesota usually needs money sent in. Ugh!
We have hit on a good schedule for our suppers. A heavier meal on every-other five o’clock day with a soup every-other five o’clock day. Even on the heavier meals, they are not very heavy. Neither of us have appetites like in days of old. Let’s face it . . . we don’t do much on the average day.
When we went to the birthday party Sunday in Mankato, there was a couple there that are the parents of the fellow that Sadie is seeing right now. I could have sworn I was in the presence of OT. If people like to travel, the need to share each experience is not needed. Talk about an afternoon Dennis and I could have happily missed. It was a wonder that the six year old got to hear the birthday song. Oh well. We can’t all be alike and enjoy our homes.
My time-out has expired and I am on to threads and fuzz.
With that I take my leave