A Breeze
There is a breeze out this Sunday afternoon, but don’t let it fool you. Dennis and I went to the blue barn acre to check on his weed killing spree. After taking a drive around the acre we did take a whip around town. Dennis had the windows down on the little red pickup but a clammy feeling persisted. I am back in my home, seen enough.
The bedroom porch is totally back together. I did several stitches on my hooped cross stitch project from my command center. A new book is open on the angled book stand with several paragraphs read. Yup, I remembered how it all went. I have been using a small table that Kevin and Kersten used on the day of their wedding for a guest book. Upon that table is a Sauder 28″ x 28″ board that was a portion of a computer stand in times past. This makeshift, repurposed unit is perfect for the router and my book stand. I have the clamp-on adjustable cross stitch hoop holder on the southeast corner where it can be swiveled off to the side when I am reading.
There was wasted space on this table unit. No more. Dennis has fitted the 12″ square base of this table to hold a shelf that is six inches above the floor and will rest on the braces of the table. Here on will rest my new, free library books. I had been using the wall shelves for books and other sundry items that have now been put back up on the east wall of my bedroom porch since the paint job. What I have since decided is that I will have some items on the bottom shelf. The two shelves above that may remain empty for now. I cannot reach them safely without the kitchen step stool. I think this qualifies as living smarter. Living safely.
After this latest run of heat subsides, I plan on beginning to stain the front door deck that was installed around the Easter weekend. With my 1.5″ brush and perched upon the old office chair that we have on the deck, I will be able to stain the spindles of the railing. No bending over . . . no reaching high.
A light supper for Stauffer Avenue. Dennis thought he might try some of the frozen waffles that are on hand. Hmm. I thought oatmeal sounded good. Whatever!
This old wordsmith always holds all of you close.