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  Noreen 3:06 pm on August 20, 2024 Permalink  

  Talk of Rain Showers 

  It is 3:45 and soon the lights will go out in the studio.  I came down at one.  The sewing on the quilt top is finished for today.  Total measurement is 52″ x 76″.  I have material and plans to get it to the 60″ x 80″ prescribed size, perhaps another day.

  I had a 45 minute break here in the studio while I answered a phone call.  It was from my brother-in-law, Orville.  Orville calls to reminisce every so often.

  Mostly the call was about finances.  The city of Stewart is planning street repair in his neck of the woods.  Yup, corner lots and lineal footage counts up quick as well as the footage of a rental house he has.

  Orville had a hip replacement that got infected and he now knows about hospital costs and nursing home costs when the days in those facilities exceeds what Medicare and insurance will cover.   

  I know how to commiserate with the best of them.

  There is talk of rain sometime before I go to bed.

  I have supper started in the oven.  I put said dish in the oven at three at 325 degrees for a five supper, give or take a few minutes.  Pork today is not like the pork of yester-years.  It is a very lean product.  I have a pork steak in the oven with a sauce over it, otherwise it will bake dry.  When I started the oven, I parked green beans, jellied cranberries and Stovetop stuffing on the kitchen counter.  I have heard rattling from the kitchen so it sounds like all of the above was acceptable.

  In between sewing sessions, I continue organizing my shelves in the studio.  I had ordered collapsible containers from Amazon.  They are 12″ x 16″.  So far I have collapsed three containers.  As I continue to sew quilt tops to donate, I am looking forward to lessening the stash.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 3:02 pm on August 19, 2024 Permalink  

  Lesson Learned 

  From here on in we need to be more organized on mowing day.

  I had nothing in mind for supper.  All I could offer in short notice was soup and a fried egg sandwich.

  Dennis left in search of the food trucks that have been in town on the weekends.  

  Dennis returned with a Styrofoam container that held our supper.  He didn’t know what he had bought, but it was hot with a baggie of lettuce, tomato, and onions complete with a topping sauce.  It wasn’t until this morning when I googled it to find out what it was called.  The proper name was Salvadoran Pupuses, also known as a stuffed tortilla.  The photo was spot on.  Tortilla stuffed with pork and cheese and heated on a very hot grill.  One serving contained two tortillas and that was plenty.  Inside the baggie, I scored a little round of a green pepper.  Oh my gosh that was hot.  Beggars can’t be choosey. 

  Next time we need to plan better.

  Monday brings laundry.  I never mind doing laundry as I enjoy wearing clean clothes and Dennis does as well.  He has been known to change tee shirts in the middle of a hot, humid day.

  I did do some stitching in the studio.  One more day and it will be a completed quilt top.  The next step will be measuring it . . . hopefully a 60″ x 80″ top.  I am prepared to add to it if needed.  It will not be the generous borders I would usually put on a quilt top.

  After supper, I plan on doing some counted cross stitching.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:05 pm on August 18, 2024 Permalink  

  Good Day 

  At eleven this morning, the little red pickup was idling in the drive.  I was not surprised as we had had the talk last night.  Today was mowing day.  We had not mowed in nine days and it was needed big time.  With both of us cruising the two acres, we can get everything looking good in two and a half hours.  Yes, we both stood still after getting the mowers back in the barn.  Taking good advice.

  Other than drinking what is left of the breakfast coffee, I have no other plans for the rest of the day.  Dennis did head out to fill the two small gas containers for the next time.  After the mowers have cooled he does fill them, depleting what is on hand.  

  I walked back from the far garage with my cane.  The mosquitos are so itty bitty, but the aftermath of them getting you does not keep the itch from being less.

  I walked on the sidewalk north of the patio porch heading to the house.  The sidewalk is a roller coaster for us elderly.  The neighbor’s oak tree can’t have many acorns left on it as walking on the sidewalk was dangerous.  I did the shuffle until I was clear of the tree’s overhead branches. 

  As I walked our backyard coming home, I hadn’t noticed any black walnuts on the ground from our two trees.  There were black walnuts on the ground as I was mowing the east acre.  I wonder if deer eat black walnuts and acorns.

  Our docket is clear for all of next week.  Sweet.

  By the way, I had an email that I had a test result in the Mayo portal.  I assumed it was from the urine testing I had done some time back.  I was curious.  Oh my gosh, I had no idea how many drugs could be identified via urine.  Truth to be told, I had had no idea that there were that many drugs needing to be tested for.  I am really innocent about that testing.  Nurse Sandy had said that in older people that need pain meds, they make sure to test us making sure the drug is noted in the sample and that we are not selling them.  Hmm.  Like I said . . . innocent.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:52 pm on August 17, 2024 Permalink  

  Four Legged Friends 

  Our porch kitties are for sure the four-legged friends that are our sweet spots.  Hark, there is some competition in the backyard.

  The last several weeks we have had two young fawns hanging out enjoying munching on clover.  When we first noticed them, they still had their white spots.  Yesterday, they were showing mostly their rich tan color.  When Dennis came in at eight last night, he said they were bedded down under the Hackberry tree.

  And what, would you ask, are the porch kitties making of all of this!  The sliding screen of the east patio door is barely wide enough for all three of them sitting on their haunches keeping watch.  All they want to do is watch from their safe spot.  Amazing.

  Sleep came easy for me last night.  At 8:30 this morning, I had to fight to keep my eyes open.  Once the feet hit the floor, I was running an agenda through my mind.  As I enjoy the first cup of coffee, I do check everything over on my HP, including the weather for the day as well as banking information and obituaries.

  As Dennis was heading to the Dollar General to buy several gallons of distilled water for his CPAP machine, I headed into the studio.  The 24 quilt blocks were waiting on the church tables.  My goal was to sew half of them together . . . four per row and three rows sewn together.  At a bit after three, all lights were turned off in the studio with my goal having been met.

  Our supper is going to be a smorgasbord of items from last night’s supper tied together with scrambled eggs.  It will meet all of the major food groups.

  Nothing news worthy to report.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:12 pm on August 16, 2024 Permalink  

  Spitting Rain Showers 

  Very unusual temps for mid August.  I will gladly take the cooler side of a month that could be blistering.

  I had a very busy morning on the main floor of our home.  Dennis’ bedding was stripped off for a usual freshening in the laundry.  

  I had chosen a six pound bag of frozen chicken tenderloins at Sam’s Club last week.  I was planning on chicken, instant potatoes and green beans for supper this evening.  While I had the six ponds on the kitchen counter to take several tenderloins out, I decided to get the quart freezer zip-lock bags out and do the reasonable thing.  We now have meal-sized tenderloins in individual bags in the freezer.  So much easier to grab an individual bag than wrestle the huge bag each time we decide on chicken for supper.  Mission completion.

  I don’t know what Dennis was up to in the garage, but by twelve noon, his bedding was back where it needed to be . . . on the bed.

  It is three in the afternoon and the lights have been turned off in the studio.  I got done what I wanted to.  I have the blue log cabin’s binding sewn, folded in half, pressed and wound on a piece of carboard, ready to hand off to the church in time to come.  The four log cabin tops with their bindings will be the last of how I go forward sewing quilt tops.  In the future they will measure the 60″ x 80″ as desired with no bindings needed.  Sweet.  The pinwheel will be the first of the new prescribed size.

  Me and my cross stitch.  It is so relaxing, even if stitches need to be counted for a design that will match the directions.  Hmm.  I was coming around the width of the fabric to do the flowers and I was one stitch off for them to attach to the stem.  It was time to realize the original stem was dying and time to graft on fresh growth.  Perfect solution.  There is always a way to correct a situation when it comes to tiny squares that require an “x” to be put in it.

  The skies to the east are purple, filled with rain, and the sun wants to shine.

  I have achieved much local effort today and am going to take some time before supper to put a few stitches into those flowers that have a waiting stem.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:35 pm on August 15, 2024 Permalink  

  Rain Drops 

  At 2:30 this morning, it was more than rain drops.  The short lived wind whipped the rain so it was hard to tell which direction the rain was coming from.  I think we had a half inch of rain.

  Dennis’ daughter, Nurse Sandy, was coming for a visit today.  It was more like checking in with her brother Jeff to see how he was doing with the external catheter to collect body fluids.  Sanitizing is the key.  Medicaid is allowing two collection containers.  Any additional would be $400 each.  Sandy went through everything with Jeff and so . . .  so far all is good.  Sandy did clear it that he could have hospice come once or twice a week to check on things with Jeff.  It is up to Jeff to ask for it personally, no second party requests.

  This weekend Dennis’ youngest granddaughter, Sandy’s daughter, is getting married in South Dakota.  It is an event location pretty much out in the country in an old barn tricked out for weddings.  Sandy urged us to not anticipate in attending.  It would involve walking over a stubble field that has had a grain crop taken off of it.  As Sandy was here today, we wanted to send our gift with Sandy.  By the way, the bride, Cheyanne, turns 30 tomorrow and she is a MMA wrestler.  She has been quite successful in her wins with no injuries.  Her class is 120 something pounds.  Her next match is at Mystic Lake on the 20th of September going head to head with a Russian that is 26 years old.  Enough to make her mom cringe.  Hmm.

  Here comes the heart attack that was close to happening.  Dennis’ job this morning was to go to Lewis Drug and purchase a wedding card and then off to the bank for the funds we were going to include and enclose.  When my ole cowboy came home and shared the sticker shock of the cost of a card, he did look a bit pale.  Bless his heart.  He hoped that from now on, our family just sends us a text on special occasions.  I second that.

  Today the studio remained dark.  There were two loads of laundry to do.  There were two bills to write a check for and get them ready for Dennis to pop in the mail as he was going out and about.  Sandy had not been to see us for some time and I wanted her to enjoy visiting with her dad and me.

  The skies have been cloudy all day.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 3:04 pm on August 14, 2024 Permalink  

  Pinwheels 

  With all the winds we had had this summer, how many of the plastic pinwheels would I have gone through!

  I went down to the studio at ten this morning.  Dennis had left at eight as he and friend Dwayne had a date at McDonald’s for the coffee group.  Dwayne had called last night to see if Dennis was sick as it had been awhile since they had ventured out. 

  Yesterday Dennis had cut 2″ strips for me for the binding of a previous log cabin quilt top I had done in brown tones.  The quilt top had measured 75″ x 105″, doable for an extra long double bed.  I knew it would take at least 400″ of binding.  Today the mission was to sew all the 2″ strips together and then fold them in half at the pressing table.  That is called the double fold binding.  When double fold is stitched onto the edge of the quilt all around, it is then taken to the back of the quilt and sewn down either by machine or hand stitching.  The quilt will end up with a 3/8″ completed binding.  More layers to take the brunt of hands when pulling a quilt up to the chin. 

  As I am donating this log cabin quilt top, I will be sending along the prepared binding for the church ladies to sew on after they have tied the quilt with the batting and backing in place.

  It is quite the process to get the binding ready.  When all was sewn and pressed, I wound it around cardboard to keep it tidy.  You know me and tidy.

  It was then time for me to lay out the latest log cabin blocks onto the church tables.  I chose the pinwheel lay-out pattern for this top.  After visiting with Linda and learning their target quilt top size is 60″ x 80″, I will not be putting on much for borders, if any.  When I sew these 24 blocks together, the ruler will come out and time will tell.

  God bless the older HP computer that is allowing me to load and post photos.  It does do the coffee grinder noise when first booted up as the coolant fan lets me know I am in its favor.  It settles down in time.

  The church ladies have a way to tie the quilts, all three layers, and then bring the backing fabric over to the top and use it as the binding.  When doing many quilts, this makes a lot of sense.  Thus, I need not do any more bindings.

  I have not been on the main floor of the home for some time, so I have no idea if the forecast rain has begun or not. 

  I usually don’t do this stretch of time in the studio, but when I got started, it felt good to have the brown quilt top ready to hand off to Linda sometime in the future.  I had made a log cabin top in blue tones.  That also goes beyond the ultimate desired quilt top for the church, so I do feel obligated to do the prepared binding.  I have the strips cut and I had cut them at 2.5″.  Not to worry.  Some very crafty quilter will know how to sew those bindings on.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:30 pm on August 13, 2024 Permalink  

  Quite the Morning 

  It is quite the morning when I don’t hear the garbage man pick up our bin not 20′ from my bedroom.  I was out like a light.

  I deem success of each day when I have done enough physically and mentally that I can go to bed at nine thirty in the evening and sleep until eight in the morning.  I am not comparing my days to anyone else’s.  They are all mine alone.

  I was in the studio by eleven this morning.  This round of stitching and pressing would complete the 24 blocks of the latest quilt top.  As I sat at my sewing machine taking a sip of breakfast coffee now and then, my eyes wandered over to the shelves on the south wall.

  When one of Dennis’ sons lived in Alabama and we would visit, we got to know a neighbor of their’s, Mary and Max.   Max did woodworking in his spare time and he did a lot of it.  One year, I went back to Minnesota with one of Max’s wooden boxes.  Inside were two lift-out dividers.  The interior had red felt glued in it. 

  Sitting and looking at the box, I could not remember what was in it.  I lifted it down, dusted off the top and took a look-see.  There was a variety of crocheted crosses I had made, plus several bookmarks I had crocheted.  There was also a fairly large collection to tatted medallions.  I do not tat.  When Dennis and I had gone to the Sioux Falls trade shows for quite a few years, the people that had the table next to ours over the years were repeat neighbors.  As the fellows would hawk their wares, the wife would sit and tat.  Her medallions were for sale and each year I would purchase some.  Her medallions were keeping my crocheted items company.  Sweet.  I closed up the box and my mind began working on how to make the most of those delicate jewels.  

  Dennis was feeling less than good today.  I invited him to cut some fabric for me hoping that would take his mind off of himself.  My battery operated radio continued to cut-out until I remembered that that was a sign that the batteries needed changing.  I put that on Dennis’ plate.  He was shocked that the little radio that was a Christmas gift to me from decades ago took six “C” batteries.  As luck would have it, we had just enough.  KNUJ came in loud and strong.  Guess what was put on the next grocery list.

  I will check with Dennis to see what sounds good for supper.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 3:01 pm on August 12, 2024 Permalink  

  Tidy Monday 

  Of course a Monday means the laundry basket takes several hits.  It’s what I do when I do it.

  The hamstring feels much better today after me and the tennis ball went round and round yesterday.  I plan on doing that again as soon as I feel a twitch.

  If I were still in the mindset of hanging laundry out, I would.  Just no longer taking chances of me and a basket getting from point A to point B.  Drying indoors, point B, still makes the laundry smell clean, just not that fresh air clean.

  I put in several hours in the studio today.  Nothing rushing.  Stitch a bit, get up and press a bit.  Even KNUJ had no breaking news.

  Dennis’ son Jeff came over this afternoon asking for a long sleeve shirt.  His arms are showing water blisters and he is quite self-conscious of them.  Our skin is made up of our body fluids.  I pulled out a shirt for him.  Jeff didn’t stay long.

  Dennis’ oven meal was very tasty last night.  Tasty enough there will be a repeat performance for this evening.

  I have several loads of laundry to fold after Dennis got them from point B.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥

   
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  Noreen 2:01 pm on August 11, 2024 Permalink  

  Sunday the 11th 

  The littlest things.  I stood at the kitchen sink after getting out of bed to run a huge glass of water.  I believe in hydrating my body after a night of rest.  It wakes my organs to begin a new day.  I have been doing that ritual for decades.  The water comes before coffee.

  As I looked out the window to the northeast, the squirrels were having a heyday in the yards and in the trees.

  Dennis was already in the patio porch as I looked out the bathroom window to the east.  It’s my thing to check out, via windows, what the day may hold.

  With a coffee cup of the rich black coffee, I returned to my bedroom porch to check out to the south and west what was going on.  I didn’t perch on my cherry red chair until I had a tennis ball on the seat of my chair to perch upon.  I awoke with a tight hamstring on the left side.  Gosh, I hate that when it happens.  The tennis ball puts pressure on the right spot to eventually allow the nerves to relax, hopefully giving relief.  Another trick that helps is backing up to the corner of our wooden dining room table, find the tight spot by putting pressure on it and roll over and over on it.  That will bring a tear or two.

  It had been a long time since the hamstring bucked.  I noticed a bit of it yesterday as the pedicure chair was teasing the hamstring.  No teasing this morning.  Buy the way, the spa date was worth every hamstring twitch.

  Dennis has chosen to make an oven meal.  He asks questions and I answer them and stay out of the kitchen.  It is a real treat.  Eating out is not our favorite thing to do.  Even after the recent trips to Mankato, we ran the errands and came home.  I would say that about every week or so we do Subway.  The ingredients are fresh and I can ask for more veggies on my half of the 12″ tuna.

  I have a sneaky suspicion that when Dr. Pinke has me come in for the yearly exam, my lenses will need to be adjusted to the stronger.  Each year in these last three they have tested okay.  I can tell by my reading and stitching.  So be it.

  With that I take my leave.  ♥