A Chill in the Air
At 33 degrees I can feel chillier than when it was a minus zero. It may all be in my imagination. That does go off on its own sometimes.
Dennis is doing what I so appreciate . . . running errands in his little red pickup. Dennis had several prescriptions of his to pick up at Lewis Drug. There were several letters to pop into the mail. The quilt that I have mentioned needing to be at the UPS depot will soon be scanned and ready to travel.
Did anyone anticipate or expect that this quilt had been done . . . no. Why wouldn’t I give back the fabric that had been intended to be a quilt. Alex Trettin’s grandmother felt she had many more quilts in her. Our tomorrows are not promised.
When Dennis had first mentioned putting a car cover on the Lincoln after it had had a wash and wax job, I didn’t know how I would feel about not being able to use the car when I felt like it. It has gone well. When I see cars going by covered in salt slush . . . it was a good thing.
This is a chicken noodle soup and sandwich night for supper.
With that I take my leave. ♥