I was on my own last night for supper and I now know that I will never spend my own money on Pizza Rolls. I inherited some unopened freezer items and I thought these would be an easy supper. I should have stuck with my first choice, Cheerios.
Dennis can hardly keep his eyes away from the weather forecast in regard to more rain perhaps coming our way. I am living in faith that we have had enough. The two basement closets are dry and with a bit of surface and air freshener I am calling it a good thing. The last items were a new filter in the furnace and a good cleaning of the dehumidifier container.
Without fail, tomorrow I will be in my sewing studio. It seems like ages since I had last visited that portion of our basement.
Memorial Day, I lost my sewing and quilting buddy, Lorraine, to incurable cancer. She was a huge loss to me. This last week I noticed a moving van at our next door neighbor’s home. You know, Bob with the communal burning pit. A life long acquaintance of Bob’s, Jean, is going to make her home with Bob. In the few times that we have chatted, Jean likes to sew. Hmm.