Good to be Home
Today we had been asked to Lux’s 6th birthday party in Eagle Lake. As per Dennis’ schedule we were on our way home as he had listened to the weather forecast. True to form we ran into rain and the fog was settling in nicely. At four we were home and it is good to be home. Not many of the smaller ones in the family have a great grandfather to come and have birthday cake with. It is special.
Last week I had an unusual request via a phone call from Arizona. My aunt Lorraine had visited us several summers ago and of course she had gone with me to Mankato. I had a need to go to Mills Fleet Farm. Lorraine ran across the section of kitchen items and found white towels that were very similar to the quality of the feed sacks from times past. Lorraine took some with her to Arizona for doing some machine embroidery on them. This last week she requested that the next time we went to Mankato would we please pick up more of the feed sack quality towels. She requested four packs of six towels each. As far as her travel is allowed at age 89, she had not found anything like them in Arizona. Why not!
This next week Lorraine will have a package coming her way. I do admit that the quality is great and they stitch up great. Others in our stitching group have all gravitated to Mills for those self same towels. The Berg Bag Company has quite a few followers.
Yesterday I washed up a new set of flannel sheets for my bed. I didn’t realize how thin my old set was until I hefted the new ones out of the washing machine, ready to shift them to the clothes dryer. As I looked through various internet sites for the quality sheets to order, I was taken aback as to the designs that were prevalent. I will be looking at these sheets for quite a few years and I wasn’t enthralled with designs of parrots, wiener dogs or sheep. They really should have checked in with me as to what was desirable, I could have boosted their sales considerably.
It is a gray cool late afternoon with the possibility of fresh snow. All we need to do is honker down and let happen what will happen. When we got home today and Dennis went out to the patio porch, there was not one single cat that wanted to escape to do their rounds outside. I believe animals sense weather and are smarter than humans.
And . . . just to be clear there were only three families that got together for the birthday party today. Mandates are wearing thin, but “By D-God” (one of Dad’s favorite expletives) I will not let this get the better of me. They have no idea who they are trying to stifle.