Feeling the Chilly
This morning, no one could help but feel the chilly air. I do believe tomorrow morning is going to be chillier yet.
I did turn the furnace on and set the thermostat at 60 degrees. Just enough to take the chill off. Lena used to open the oven door on mornings such as this and set the oven at 250 degrees to take the chill off. Same difference.
Dennis headed to Madelia Ford this morning with his letter in hand. There was a recall on the air bags for his little red pickup. Dennis needed to make an appointment for October 12th.
My time was spent in the studio. There now is quilt binding cut, folded and ironed for a time when the purple quilt has been quilted. There was also some much needed organization that was on the docket. When organization is done correctly, I do not need to get rid of any more items than I already have. It’s all about the eye appeal. Standing on the bottom basement step, first impressions tell the rest of the story. Yes . . . I think I could also sell ice cubes to the Eskimos.
When Dennis came home, I hitched a ride with him to the grocery store. My one big ticket item was a dozen of eggs . . . $4.69. Wow. I can understand why there are quite a few small cities pondering ordinances to allow chickens in the backyards.
Supper is going to be some Hormel Beef Tips in gravy and instant mashed potatoes. I still have some brussel sprouts to adorn my fare. Dennis will brighten up his plate with a piece of strawberry jam bread. To each his own.