An Elf
An elf complete with a stocking cap pulled over the ears.
Last night while we were having supper, I heard a snow shovel scrapping at the back door. When Dennis went out to close down the porch kitties, there were tracks that had come and gone from the north.
This morning Randy was back with his long line of green Deere. No snow blowing, but he scrapped the drive clear of the snow that had fallen. I thought he had gone home to do some of his own, but again I heard a snow shovel, this time at the front door. Randy was clearing off the front deck and clearing the snow from the base of the steps and the short sidewalk.
I pushed open the front door and greeted Randy, allowing him to know the appreciation we felt. The snow on the front deck had not been walked on and it was so dry, his broom could push it off.
My morning entailed going into the studio to work with the embroidery module. Yesterday was successful and just like any tool shop, having all that is needed handy beckoned me.
I had barely set my coffee cup down and Dennis’ daughter, Sandy the nurse from Mankato, came down into the studio. She commented that she really didn’t know if I was still doing any sewing or not, but I noticed a bundle under her arm. Sandy needed curtains at 50″ and 63″ was the norm. Off came the embroidery module and we set to work on a hemming project.
I cleared one of the church tables, gave her a tape measure, plus a supply of pins and let her get to it. Sandy had never used a rotary cutter, so I warned her to keep fingers clear. Measure once, measure twice and cut once. I set to the hemming while she did the second panel. While I was sewing the second panel, she was pressing the first one. No, Sandy had no iron at her home. She had planned on leaving the curtains with me, but everything went so well, she would be able to take down the towels on the bedroom window and have her curtains up by dark. She thought having all the right tools made it seem doable.
During that time, Dennis came home from mailing some letters. Dennis made it into the studio (the first time since his hip surgery, very slowly) and a good visit ensued for him and Sandy. She commented that the highway from Mankato was clear. Last night at six, KEYC warned that 169 leading this way was very icy.
I had spent my allotted time on the cold cement floor of the studio and shut the studio down when Sandy left. My plans had no time frame. Tomorrow seems just right.
This evening it is baked potatoes, stir-fried raw, peeled and deveined shrimp and green beans for supper.
With that I will take my leave. ♥