Drip, Drip
We all were told there would be moisture coming our way. The day was getting darker and darker this afternoon.
I came up from the studio at one and in a heart beat there was a heavy shower of rain. Now mid afternoon it is a drip, drip. There may be more coming.
The first item on the docket this morning was putting together an oven meal for this evening’s supper. It was two cups of pasta to boil until tender. One packet of boned out rotisserie chicken out of the freezer. I only had peas in the freezer for some color. When I drained the pasta while it was still hot I stirred in a heaping tablespoon of Better than Bullion, vegetable flavor. That perked up the pasta big time. One jar of Alfredo sauce folded in and we will be having a wonderful hot meal tonight.
We did have a delicious hot supper last night as well. Steaming bowls of oatmeal with a hearty fat pinch of flax meal. Dennis had not had oatmeal for a while and he really enjoyed it. The flax meal gives the bland oatmeal a nutty flavor.
The assembly line of three box pouches is finished. I brought them upstairs when I was done with the sewing, as the studio was chilly. Mission completion.
It all goes well taking it slow, one stitch at a time. I may be sewing a few more of various sizes. What’s not to enjoy using up stash items. It will be easy handing off a pouch more so than the raw supplies. The zippers by the yard and the packet of pulls were not doing any good as they were. Items like that would not be given a second look if push may become pull. I know that Carrie and Kevin grew up with me always doing something in the sewing or craft line. They would have an awareness. None of the three girls of Dennis’ could give a lick less with tools of the hands.
I feel so fortunate that I have the tools and the supplies to keep me involved, curious, content and happy.
I have just a bit of cold coffee left to enjoy to fill out this afternoon as I watch the weather and the traffic from my bedroom porch. Hmm. There is even a loaded needle waiting for me before getting our oven meal into a 350-degree oven. Sweet.
One more thing. I always check our bank account via the HP in my bedroom porch. Halleluiah! Our small but good refund from the state income taxes hit our checking account this morning. April first the federal will yank out what we owe them. Please oh please let this be one of the years, social security is taxed.
With that I will take my leave. ♥