Vulnerable Adults
Dennis and I qualify as vulnerable adults. Thus we are in our home acting as such.
I chose my studio where the stitching has gone well. After two and a half hours, I am typing this post with the merest of lighting. I could feel my shoulders. When I feel a certain body part, it’s time to pay attention and give it up. Today I only had six inches of picking out machine stitches. Yesterday I wasn’t so lucky. Stitch and pick was the name of the game. It had been a while since I had gotten serious at the machine and that is how things can go. If I don’t have time to do it right, time will be spent doing it over. After supper I can be found in my bedroom porch doing hand stitching.
Dennis has been in the patio porch with fans going. The like-new 41-year-old saddle is getting some TLC. Dennis has been around bridles and such enough that leather can dry out. When younger, he hung out at Pete Linchied’s bridle shop in Butterfield enough to know the ropes. Many years ago, Dennis had bought a gallon of Neatsfoot Oil from Pete. Dennis’ leather shoes get a going over from time to time. This saddle is in for a real treat. It will be a slow process but a worthy one.
When Dennis stopped at cousin Bruce’s the other afternoon, they had gotten a letter in the mail. Their 507 area code will be changing July 31st. We had not gotten a letter. I went online to check things out. The 507 area code is being split into three. They are running out of numbers. Not all people will be getting a new area code. We may well be one of those people that will retain our 507 . . . unless our letter is still coming. I doubt it as Bruce had gotten the letter several weeks ago.
We have leftovers from last night’s beef and tater supper. Sweet.
With that I take my leave. ♥