I Never Gave it Much Thought
The sun is bright with enough wind that I hear the wind chimes in the Evergreen on the northwest corner of the house. It was a minus three this morning when I got up at eight. Dennis had already been out to the garage porch to enjoy his coffee, his breakfast snack that he takes with him and of course to check on his cats. Dennis was already in his recliner for
a nap when I tiptoed to the kitchen. I put a kettle on to get some eggs boiling while sipping the first cup of coffee for the day. After a cup of coffee with the boiled egg cooling, I never gave it much thought. I got dressed and suited up to clear the drive of the snow that had come over night. It was a good three inches of soft fluff that could easily be pushed with my snow pusher. I think this was the first time it had taken me long enough to get the job done that my fingers began to feel the cold when I came in.
A second cup of coffee sure hit the spot while I warmed up. I never gave it much thought. I went down into our pantry and got a can of white chicken meat to make a batch of chicken mixed with boiled eggs and mayo for a noon snack. Tasting as I went I knew it would go over good.
Dennis is awaiting a surgical date for his right carotid artery later this month. I think many naps are a great thing. After checking on Dennis I headed down to the sewing studio. When I began the project for Dennis’ granddaughter, I never gave it much thought about managing a king sized quilt. I knew I could pull on memories of Mom and her Riverdale Quilt Club. A small group of ladies met in each other’s homes and worked on quilts for each other. Sandwich lunches and afternoon coffee and by the end of the day it was unlikely there was much left to quilt. Many of the quilts were hand stitched and some were tied with yarn depending on what the owner of each quilt desired. I don’t have a quilt club. I don’t have a group. I have my ingenuity.
Since the fall reorganization of the sewing studio, maneuvering tables makes the work area oh so doable.
Dennis did have an appointment out at the clinic for the afternoon. Me myself and I decided to get things rolling for Erin’s quilt. I never gave it much thought to take my sewing machine station down and make sure I could get around all sides of the church tables. With the sun shining through the south windows we now had a plan. I dug out all the weights that we have used and abused over the years. I have my huge bag of safety pins ready. When Dennis returns home, I will use his help to get the quilt top onto the layered batting and backing.
I go through my days never giving it much thought that I can’t achieve what my plans are. One step at a time. Sometimes it is one step forwards and several back, but . . . failure is not an option.