I am a retired 44-year veteran of the Real Estate Assessment field. As with real estate assessing and how it applies to real estate taxes, one can make many acquaintances, but not many real friends. It was a great career choice.
It has been nearly 10 years since I reclaimed my home and my real passions within my home. I enjoy it more each day and tip my hat to those who I left behind.
Each day I try to stretch myself with the use of my computer as it relates to this site and using it to print out labels for quilts for trying to incorporate photos into my sewing. Life is so full and I know that I have room for more.
Dennis came down to the sewing room this afternoon to take a “look see.” The quilt top is getting down to the very last border around the perimeter. I have some black leftovers to trim it out. I will need 340″ in total length for the four sides. Tomorrow, I will be brave and take a look at how much black there is . . . enough for a 3″ wide x 340″ length, would be ideal. No good will come about in a quilt project unless you do the math before you cut.
As my days progress, not all memories come flooding that are sweet and fond. Today I was working on some sewing and I allowed my mind to wander into some dark pools. It didn’t take long for the good Lord to speak to me. I ended up ripping out the same seam twice. Enough said Lord.
My thoughts about Donald Trump: he has enough money and resources behind him to say out loud, what most Americans are thinking. Sometimes “plain speak” is needed.
I cannot imagine living without frequent contact with family. It feeds my soul.
Accepting rather than expecting is harder than first thought.
If one is watching a documentary and someone wants to strike up an idle conversation . . . details within the content of the documentary could be missed.
If one is watching the Indy 500 and someone wants to strike up an idle conversation . . . all that is missed is another left hand turn.
Just what kind of world would be it without butter?
My memory needs a jar every once in awhile.
Last night Dennis and I were in the porch, rocking away taking in the news on the television. In between time during the chit chat, Dennis made a comment in passing that jarred my memory with a fleeting thought. The thought was about taking a hat to the local dry cleaners and they, in turn, needed to send it out of town to have it cleaned. Ah yes . . . and I had not gone back to the cleaners to check on it.
This morning before we left town for errands, we made a stop, and sure enough, the beaver felt hat was there waiting. The gal behind the counter had put the telephone number down incorrectly and she was hoping that it would be picked up . . . sometime. I checked it over and even the small black grease spot was gone.
While we were in Mankato, I stopped and picked up a cardboard hat box at Hobby Lobby for the perfect fit. Check that off the list of errands that the dusty memory of mine can put to rest.
Early Childhood’s fundraiser had lines of waiting people to enjoy a fish supper. I am sure that a huge amount of fish were served, and I can tell you, it was a great meal. The topper was the little gals that came around with dessert trays. How can anyone say “no” to wee ones with cute smiles.
With a sunny 36 degrees and wind speeds matching that, the remaining snow is diminished and anything lying loose in the yards, is no more.