I am a huge fan of my E600 glue, and not so much of Teflon zippers. My all time favorite robe’s zipper split earlier this week. The pull was half way up with the bottom portion standing wide open. What to do? I wrangled it around until I managed to yank the right side of the pull out of the left side. Once I had everything back in a position of normalcy, I did notice there was no way the union of the two were meshed as before for a smooth ride up. I glued the beginning of the bottom of the zipper with a good thick gob of glue. I then left it dry for a day before I dared to try it out. Above the bottom inch of the glued zipper in the robe, the zipper does go up and down. I now have a step in robe.
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It is going to be a “Diggy Do” type of spring and summer for St. James. A portion of Minnesota State Highway #4 that runs through town, plus a portion of an adjoining county road, is on the slate to be replaced. Dennis commented yesterday that no matter where you go in town there seems to be preparations in place for this undertaking. We are very pleased that the county road past our home was done several years ago, in concrete, and that our special assessments for it are history. Dennis’ nephew commented that the special assessments past his business is just a bit over $30,000. Perhaps that may be why Brett quieted himself this winter by quilting.
We have noticed that our Internet and land line phone has been disconnected for a portion of each day this last week due to lines being either rerouted or buried. Everyone is getting into the summer construction work. For that exact experience, cell phones are an assurance. I openly admit, I am not a telephone person. I can count six individuals who may receive a call from me . . . only every once in awhile.
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Noreen
Not much to show for this day. I did get two labels embroidered, one for me and one for nephew Brett’s finished quilt. The remaining time in the basement was spent on deciding fabrics for a wedding present that is coming up in August. In the recent past I have been making a quilted Christmas wall hanging for the wedding gifts as a couple will be enjoying their first Christmas as a “Mr. & Mrs.”
It is always a great morning when I can go down into the sewing studio and the project is there waiting for me to begin. Better yet is when all the fabrics came from my stashes and not from a trip to a quilt store. Where did the stashes come from? I always say a prayer of thanks to the gal that closed her quilt store here in town because she got bored and closed the fabric out at one dollar a yard. It was predominantly fabrics at the eight dollar and higher per yard. I will admit, I am lacking the bright spring colors such as rose, lavender and yellows. That concern is for some other time.
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The backyard called to me this afternoon. The snow has disappeared and surprisingly the matted leaves allowed my shoes to stay dry. I did have to pick up some branches from the square garden as I saw the bright pink spears of early tulips peeking out. From now on, I won’t be walking in the garden areas so as not to step on fragile perennials that want to poke out of the dirt.
Of course I had an entourage made up of Butter Ball, Snuggles and Fuzzy traipsing along, needing to check out each branch as I began building a pile.
We do have access to a burning ring across Stauffer Avenue. Right now, I would have no idea how to cross the short distance without sinking into a lot of mud. Last fall the city did such a great job of spreading and packing ground asphalt onto the avenue, it really gave me hope of a fairly hard surface. Right now it reminds me of a mucky, murky cow yard. It will eventually dry out.
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Noreen
A few hard icy pellets, a bit of snow and some rain. Definitely on track towards spring. The sun pulled through later this afternoon and the remaining snow is on its way to becoming puddles. Dennis commented last night as we were doing supper dishes that having daylight past six in the evening is a treat.
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Noreen
It might be called a “red letter” day when Dennis’ nephew, Brett, was at the point of hand hemming his first large quilt. Since the beginning of February he has been soaking up as much about quilting from YouTube videos and me that was possible.
Yesterday, Brett and I sat in his side-by-side recliners and stitched until the quilt was hemmed and deemed done. I pride myself to be a seasoned quilter and I give my hat off to Brett for having a finished quilt that he did just exactly step by step as I would have done . . . no shortcuts. Threading the hemming needle went well for Brett until the little silver cheater for threading the needle was lost in the cushions.
The fabric that Brett was working with was of a cowboy motif. It will be finding its home in one of their spare bedrooms. In the meantime it is flanking the open stairwell railings going to their basement. How wonderful for a fellow to find a hobby when his livelihood is all about the mighty ‘crete’, aka: cement and concrete. Often men forget to foster an interest in something other than that one thing that has been their focus during their entire adulthood. When I left he was planning on making a matching wall hanging with the remaining fabric.
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Noreen
Monday’s mail brought a letter that the air bags on Dennis’ little red pickup were to be recalled. Yesterday Dennis drove to Madelia to the Ford dealership and the young friendly fellow said he would order what was needed and give us a call when they had the appropriate parts. I kind of wondered if it would be weeks or months.
This morning the phone rang and now here we are getting ready for supper and the replacement airbags have been installed. The dealership did mention that there were very few ford vehicles that were involved with the air bag replacements. Priceless!
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It is amazing how much I can get accomplished in the house for the 3.5 minutes it takes to have the luncheon sandwiches prepared in our sandwich maker.
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With the sun out for the entire day, it gives a huge increase in thoughts of spring. I did take note that the catnip is greening out nicely under the Lilac bushes. It seems it still might be too cool as only one of the six garage cats is venturing out for any length of time. If Dennis would leave the east patio door cracked, they would all love to sit in the open doorway, knowing full well that in time the furnace would kick in and they could retreat back into their baskets for naps.
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Our pantry has a good amount of supplies, but not many varieties of pasta, aka: noodles. Dennis likes the flat egg noodles for everything pasta related. Yesterday, with a pound of 85% lean hamburger browned, chopped sauteed green peppers and several hand fulls of noodles that he had boiled in salt water, supper was in the mix. For the first time we had purchased a jar of Classico sauce. Let me tell you, all of the ingredients mixed and baked in his favorite little blue speckled roaster, topped with corn flake crumbs for 45 minutes . . . it was so delicious. The Classico had chunks of tomato with just the right amount of additional spices. What surprised me is that it is processed in a regular sized mouth of a Mason jar.
Today, while I was in the sewing studio, Dennis did up a chocolate cake mix. They had been on sale for a $1.00 each. His request was a peanut butter frosting. I did get the ingredients all put together in the bowl, but it took the truck driver biceps to get it beat into the proper consistency. We are expecting a coffee guest tomorrow and I think Dennis’ fair is going to hit the spot.
The best thing . . . Dennis cleans up his dirty cooking and baking dishes. Yup, I am spoiled.