Strong Winds
When I realized this morning that the noise I heard was the evergreen right outside the house being whipped around with rain, I closed my eyes for a bit longer. Nope, eight in the a.m. is my limit. Until I knew the rains were over with, I decided to boil eggs for some egg salad, take out some frozen dinner rolls for tonight’s supper and take the meatloaf out of the refrigerator that had been in the freezer. Supper was planned.
I did head out for my walk and as soon as I was five minutes out, I realized I should have put bricks in my pants. I remembered that the winds at Redwood Falls were deemed to be 40 – 45 mph, but our back door is sheltered enough that I was caught off guard. Nonetheless, I headed east on the county road. By and large I was doing steps going forward but every once in awhile I was caught off guard and took a side step to counter balance the wind gusts.
I started walking in seriousness the 18th of March. After a full month, I look forward to putting on the walking shoes and heading out with the intent of pushing a bit farther from time to time. If I think I can’t make it home, I know anyone heading west into town would take pity on a white-haired senior citizen if I stepped out into the lane of traffic with at least 50 feet for them to see me. Na, most likely I would call Dennis and have him come for me. As strong willed as I am, neither of those options are in my plans. As Megan had always said, “Grammie, I know you can do it.”
The sewing studio had a good workout this afternoon. The four peach, peachy pink and orangie-peach blankets are 
getting closer to fruition. Each measures 52 x 72. Perfect size to be drug around from place to place as needed by the little ones. Today I decided to put their names on them as they are all similar, but still different. I pieced together batting enough for two of them. Dang it, I will have to purchase some batting for the remaining two. It felt good to use up some leftovers. Tomorrow I will hit the remaining stash in that wonderful color pallet and begin piecing the backs of the blankets. I am not in a rush, just making good use of time, talent and . . . stashes.