Cold and Raw Wind
The morning didn’t offer any sunshine. What the morning brought was Dennis’ grandson, AJ, to pick up his quilt. It didn’t take him long to unfold the 96″ x 112″ to inspect and take in all the extra blocks I had added when the amount of t-shirts fell short for the project. I received several hugs as he ferreted his quilt away into his pickup and AJ headed to the patio porch.
Well done for the studio and this Grammie.
AJ and Grandpa Dennis spent a good long time visiting in the patio porch. When I went upstairs for a cup of coffee, AJ was putting up the patio umbrella. It is cumbersome. Hefting the umbrella up into the cast iron stand . . . it can become top heavy. Last we took down the Christmas wreaths on the north side of the garage and today we are trying to coax the sun out by having an umbrella up. Go figure.
We least expected that the demolition on the blue barn would begin yesterday, Friday. This barn is the structure on the tax forfeit lot we purchased late last fall. A sorry structure that has been failing for years but did attract animals and kids thinking it was fun to play in. Also a lawsuit waiting to happen. It seems the fellow doing the job had put us on his schedule early on. Ryan has the license to do this type of work. Anyone else offering to take part in this, could have gotten hurt and we could have been on the hook for medical expenses . . . or worse. One load was taken out yesterday. Monday will be quite busy. Dennis had checked and yesterday’s load took out an old refrigerator and such items that a homeless man had amassed while living in a building that had no services. Where was the the city’s building inspector then?
The good thing was that there was no asbestos. The old wood shingles had been covered over with tin.
The studio is quite in the recovery mode. Extra fabric has been put away and there is no fuzz or threads about. That could change in a heartbeat.
There are some plants brave enough to poke through. The Fern Peony is always early. I have two plants that came from my mom’s garden. Mom’s Fern Peonies came from my grandmother Laura’s garden. A sweet plant to hand down. I did hand two off to Carrie’s garden. Taking care of my plants as you can never tell who else might start a garden.
It is time to shut down the lights here in the studio. Tomorrow is a new day and I might have a new idea to go with it. But for the rest of this ducky day . . . rest up for a new week.