An Outing
Even a trip to our grocer’s qualifies as an outing. Dennis did the chauffeuring. Of course we did an entire sweep of the town afterwards. Not much to see but my curiosity was quelched.
With KNUJ giving me the latest and greatest within our listening area, I found the fabric I was seeking in the studio. Sometime after I went to bed last night and before I got up this morning, I knew I wanted the canvas fabric I have had for some time to see the light of the studio environment. Of course the threads I have out for an embroidery project are just going to have to wait a bit. I do want to make us some new placemats for our refectory dining room table before I embroider on them. Then I also pulled out a leaflet on making totes for grocery shopping. Considering the pile of plastic grocery bags under one of the kitchen stools that is waiting to be dealt with . . . it might not be a bad idea.
I had the canvas fabric on the church tables about to pick up a tape measure when I spied with my little eye, the amount of softener salt crystal in the corner of the studio where the brine tank is for the softener. The ole Filter Queen vac was called into service. As long as it was suited up for action, I did a bit more of the tidy tidy. Man that beast of a vac is cumbersome and heavy to operate. Physical therapy 101 for sure. The only thing plastic on it is the collar that the attachments fit into. It is heavy steel in the wand and the attachments.
So . . . there is no shortage of things to keep me at my prime. Ya right! My prime is long gone. What is left is a skeletal frame with certain portions having been replaced. I go forward each day with mischief, audacity and building a good story. I think what is appreciated is that my mind is sharp and if I can think about doing something . . . I will work at it until the mission is completed.
With that I will take my leave. ♥