A Rain Shower
A rain shower during the night that did settle the dust.
So . . . it’s ok if I don’t do anything. Hmm. That does go against all that I have done for my years. But . . . today doing nothing seems to work for me.
A load of laundry punched in and I pop a piece of toast in until later.
We had company later in the forenoon. Dennis’ daughter stopped in to check up on us. Denise hasn’t stopped in as often as her husband had a triple by-pass surgery several weeks ago. Caretakers need to answer the call when it comes in. Denise works at one of the three Casey’s here in town. From daughter-in-law Kersten’s sharing of her working in Fairfax’s Casey’s, I know schedules can become quite mind boggling.
I can share that several nights ago when my supper was to be a pan sized pizza, I heated it in the microwave. I would do it again rather than heat up the oven. I am not a fussy eater. It’s supper, let’s just get something done.
I think I know how Moses felt wandering. I did wander about the studio and nothing stuck. One more time and perhaps something will beckon me. For me, these last months, I knew what was my next move in the world of stitching and it was quite reassuring.
I do have a book that is getting quite spellbinding. Maybe once I have finished it, my concentration will be willing to spread itself. I hope. I hope.
Dennis has been going through his huge container of quarters looking for bicentennial ones. It has kept him busy and the Swiffer mop works good for the quarters that fall to the floor and insist on rolling away. What a guy!
It is hump day. It feels like a gold ole Wednesday to me.